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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4263 | 2021-06-14 02:28:23 | 112.01 | 100% |
| 1232 | 2021-01-23 02:26:41 | 95.08 | 100% |