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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10593 | 2020-09-17 02:04:25 | 100.48 | 98% |
| 4879 | 2020-04-08 20:41:00 | 85.49 | 98% |