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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4226 | 2021-06-03 16:36:15 | 57.71 | 96% |
| 3849 | 2021-05-14 20:07:40 | 60.69 | 94% |