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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8598 | 2021-03-10 10:24:18 | 96.59 | 98% |
| 8370 | 2021-03-08 09:58:24 | 80.19 | 96% |