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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10953 | 2020-10-17 02:16:00 | 127.37 | 100% |
| 8790 | 2020-05-07 14:22:39 | 123.20 | 100% |