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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10860 | 2021-01-27 05:57:40 | 90.02 | 97% |
| 3689 | 2020-09-19 06:50:58 | 59.68 | 95% |