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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2259 | 2021-11-30 17:22:09 | 113.73 | 99% |
| 1287 | 2021-11-08 17:54:15 | 94.32 | 97% |