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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1663 | 2021-08-17 10:45:06 | 59.68 | 99% |
| 1393 | 2021-07-27 17:15:46 | 53.79 | 97% |