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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 739 | 2021-10-02 00:28:06 | 54.42 | 95% |
| 462 | 2021-08-09 06:01:35 | 60.73 | 96% |