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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3743 | 2020-07-29 02:03:24 | 149.63 | 100% |
| 3615 | 2020-07-25 02:17:27 | 142.55 | 99% |