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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1717 | 2021-09-07 04:23:48 | 71.73 | 99% |
| 843 | 2021-02-12 14:57:35 | 75.34 | 99.6% |