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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1623 | 2021-01-09 11:35:28 | 52.49 | 96% |
| 507 | 2020-11-29 14:39:06 | 38.40 | 96% |