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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1651 | 2021-01-09 03:13:22 | 84.82 | 99% |
| 921 | 2020-12-05 02:22:41 | 68.85 | 96% |