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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1212 | 2021-10-25 06:37:48 | 71.10 | 95% |
| 663 | 2021-10-15 10:45:09 | 65.28 | 94% |