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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 477 | 2021-08-22 17:06:41 | 83.27 | 97% |
| 316 | 2021-08-17 14:44:10 | 85.85 | 97% |