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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 153 | 2021-02-23 01:24:49 | 62.94 | 94.7% |
| 63 | 2021-02-15 06:40:12 | 52.56 | 93.6% |