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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1016 | 2020-10-09 13:40:22 | 46.72 | 94% |
| 695 | 2020-09-19 20:18:41 | 39.69 | 95% |