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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26361 | 2020-06-15 18:39:48 | 106.97 | 97% |
| 21180 | 2020-01-04 15:17:11 | 98.81 | 98% |