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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 88 | 2021-03-05 23:57:19 | 114.00 | 98% |
| 33 | 2020-12-31 06:01:28 | 116.00 | 99% |