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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 708 | 2021-09-25 13:09:20 | 64.69 | 94% |
| 322 | 2021-09-18 21:21:24 | 59.16 | 94% |