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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4681 | 2020-10-31 07:30:23 | 72.83 | 96% |
| 719 | 2020-04-03 15:51:08 | 44.47 | 93% |