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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2390 | 2021-09-27 02:53:27 | 88.14 | 98% |
| 1646 | 2021-01-22 00:48:17 | 70.46 | 97% |