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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4452 | 2020-09-24 17:13:33 | 202.17 | 100% |
| 4355 | 2020-09-10 23:39:46 | 150.94 | 98% |