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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1919 | 2021-08-31 12:50:29 | 67.31 | 99% |
| 1491 | 2021-08-03 10:18:51 | 77.78 | 97% |