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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4861 | 2021-06-04 13:25:57 | 150.44 | 99% |
| 4507 | 2021-06-01 06:43:11 | 150.56 | 98% |