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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4336 | 2019-11-02 23:00:24 | 69.21 | 98% |
| 2744 | 2019-09-11 02:18:19 | 57.58 | 95% |