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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3897 | 2021-09-01 04:36:06 | 107.44 | 99% |
| 3039 | 2021-03-25 22:19:16 | 94.50 | 99% |