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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4961 | 2021-10-22 14:46:27 | 79.34 | 97% |
| 4360 | 2021-09-19 19:20:09 | 73.96 | 96% |