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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2802 | 2021-05-06 16:51:25 | 77.29 | 97% |
| 2344 | 2021-04-24 17:08:04 | 72.30 | 96% |