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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 479 | 2019-07-07 21:52:32 | 68.89 | 95% |
| 212 | 2019-06-08 17:33:01 | 59.76 | 96% |