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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 708 | 2020-10-28 09:02:07 | 66.42 | 97% |
| 385 | 2020-10-21 03:17:34 | 58.27 | 96% |