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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16556 | 2020-10-06 03:25:14 | 126.77 | 100% |
| 9571 | 2020-07-11 15:18:51 | 109.43 | 98% |