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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 472 | 2021-07-06 19:57:18 | 58.02 | 96% |
| 209 | 2021-06-10 10:45:06 | 56.62 | 96% |