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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4688 | 2021-11-06 03:55:42 | 69.18 | 98% |
| 104 | 2021-02-12 16:23:09 | 59.25 | 100% |