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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5894 | 2020-11-13 23:30:09 | 64.22 | 96% |
| 1661 | 2020-09-25 17:21:02 | 62.81 | 98% |