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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5115 | 2021-05-16 07:55:47 | 72.23 | 97% |
| 1691 | 2020-11-18 07:23:46 | 68.44 | 98% |