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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2987 | 2021-01-10 03:12:45 | 112.34 | 99% |
| 2953 | 2021-01-09 04:41:51 | 105.98 | 98% |