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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 929 | 2021-11-08 17:54:13 | 101.09 | 99% |
| 916 | 2021-11-08 17:41:47 | 105.90 | 100% |