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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 776 | 2021-02-07 10:16:48 | 84.35 | 98.6% |
| 48 | 2021-01-17 16:58:42 | 71.19 | 97% |