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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6478 | 2020-12-30 10:00:46 | 102.44 | 99% |
| 2473 | 2020-04-14 09:07:52 | 95.37 | 97% |