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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1647 | 2021-02-18 12:13:40 | 71.97 | 94.7% |
| 1069 | 2021-01-18 11:28:07 | 69.91 | 96% |