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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 718 | 2021-07-11 20:13:07 | 65.32 | 95% |
| 581 | 2021-07-08 15:12:41 | 68.79 | 95% |