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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1271 | 2021-01-18 04:53:20 | 92.62 | 97% |
| 226 | 2020-10-14 14:16:38 | 89.25 | 98% |