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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4791 | 2021-03-23 01:41:37 | 64.05 | 97% |
| 4737 | 2021-03-21 20:06:46 | 61.61 | 96% |