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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3495 | 2020-12-11 17:08:32 | 48.63 | 94% |
| 740 | 2020-07-13 12:44:06 | 42.91 | 96% |