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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 809 | 2021-05-03 10:01:05 | 72.37 | 96% |
| 85 | 2021-02-20 08:59:40 | 64.71 | 96.7% |