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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1833 | 2020-08-20 16:12:49 | 86.53 | 97% |
| 556 | 2020-05-08 18:27:07 | 80.21 | 96% |