Without a queen the locust swarm turned the ground to black. Descending like a shadowy tower on a fish's back and scattered the sticks who crawled like snakes in the sand as the red clay took the form of a lizard who rushed like a moth to the flame of my open hand.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 305 | 2021-11-04 09:28:39 | 73.11 | 96% |
| 287 | 2021-10-24 17:31:36 | 86.02 | 98% |