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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 617 | 2021-08-20 20:08:19 | 135.47 | 99% |
| 118 | 2021-04-06 03:55:23 | 132.68 | 99% |