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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1010 | 2020-10-05 11:49:01 | 94.83 | 98% |
| 908 | 2020-08-24 08:58:59 | 97.02 | 99% |