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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3266 | 2020-07-19 10:13:48 | 103.94 | 97% |
| 1331 | 2020-02-06 01:15:50 | 115.00 | 98% |