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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8166 | 2020-05-06 07:46:14 | 84.09 | 98% |
| 7223 | 2020-03-23 21:10:12 | 68.75 | 95% |