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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1439 | 2019-10-30 12:03:12 | 79.93 | 98% |
| 412 | 2019-08-21 08:24:59 | 72.54 | 97% |