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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 636 | 2021-03-27 17:30:11 | 90.07 | 99% |
| 236 | 2021-02-09 05:07:19 | 75.62 | 96.6% |