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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 948 | 2021-10-29 19:31:52 | 90.22 | 97% |
| 186 | 2021-10-07 16:22:52 | 80.87 | 96% |