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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 566 | 2020-08-22 08:49:32 | 54.78 | 98% |
| 306 | 2020-08-04 05:25:06 | 58.92 | 98% |