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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2236 | 2021-06-05 19:09:17 | 65.23 | 94% |
| 2225 | 2021-06-03 21:20:02 | 74.34 | 97% |