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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1680 | 2021-11-05 05:26:26 | 64.56 | 96% |
| 1345 | 2021-02-10 05:52:42 | 58.50 | 97% |