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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 842 | 2021-05-02 00:38:39 | 60.13 | 97% |
| 692 | 2021-04-27 00:53:08 | 41.52 | 94% |