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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6086 | 2020-03-20 14:26:28 | 95.09 | 98% |
| 3811 | 2020-02-02 14:33:50 | 92.18 | 96% |