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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 695 | 2021-08-18 23:38:44 | 92.18 | 96% |
| 337 | 2021-08-14 21:37:52 | 87.09 | 97% |