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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 452 | 2021-05-30 05:58:20 | 94.38 | 96% |
| 143 | 2021-01-18 05:08:30 | 95.30 | 97% |