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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4231 | 2021-06-18 15:58:20 | 97.63 | 98% |
| 2781 | 2021-05-25 22:13:36 | 79.70 | 97% |