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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1815 | 2021-02-16 10:09:11 | 102.73 | 98.2% |
| 1739 | 2021-02-15 09:58:33 | 92.33 | 97.9% |