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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1409 | 2020-08-28 02:58:22 | 87.35 | 98% |
| 1318 | 2020-08-23 20:48:30 | 100.96 | 98% |