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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3370 | 2020-01-03 14:40:31 | 71.04 | 98% |
| 676 | 2019-12-02 11:19:57 | 56.89 | 95% |