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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 779 | 2019-08-07 20:41:56 | 87.79 | 96% |
| 96 | 2019-07-08 13:58:40 | 78.01 | 94% |