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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6872 | 2019-12-29 10:06:21 | 132.80 | 97% |
| 6335 | 2019-12-25 05:02:03 | 117.09 | 97% |