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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4577 | 2021-12-09 19:13:59 | 85.29 | 95% |
| 4368 | 2021-11-12 01:29:38 | 85.99 | 98% |