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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1193 | 2021-05-19 14:05:42 | 161.77 | 97% |
| 626 | 2021-05-01 15:14:54 | 179.74 | 99% |