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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3677 | 2021-09-09 14:08:14 | 91.89 | 98% |
| 3092 | 2021-06-26 07:57:47 | 92.85 | 98% |