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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 647 | 2021-10-29 21:03:50 | 57.78 | 96% |
| 216 | 2021-10-18 13:21:18 | 56.15 | 96% |