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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1512 | 2021-03-05 23:57:26 | 91.86 | 98% |
| 588 | 2021-02-17 09:23:59 | 54.10 | 95.5% |