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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 577 | 2020-05-13 17:12:25 | 65.30 | 95% |
| 102 | 2020-05-02 04:10:15 | 52.13 | 92% |