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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4306 | 2020-03-24 08:19:00 | 69.74 | 95% |
| 1206 | 2019-05-22 08:26:05 | 62.46 | 96% |