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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2863 | 2021-08-31 09:49:53 | 84.28 | 99% |
| 1162 | 2021-07-11 08:47:26 | 62.08 | 95% |