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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1636 | 2021-10-14 15:53:37 | 91.27 | 100% |
| 1208 | 2021-05-26 02:15:11 | 77.74 | 97% |