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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1785 | 2020-03-04 00:36:03 | 73.16 | 96% |
| 782 | 2019-03-16 17:13:38 | 65.90 | 97% |