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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9365 | 2021-03-20 19:47:39 | 170.25 | 99% |
| 7594 | 2020-12-29 19:25:21 | 167.01 | 99% |