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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8645 | 2021-11-10 18:29:33 | 93.92 | 97% |
| 5659 | 2021-03-20 13:52:53 | 85.51 | 95% |