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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1535 | 2020-06-09 05:20:22 | 83.85 | 97% |
| 1082 | 2020-04-27 06:55:11 | 77.38 | 97% |