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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2497 | 2022-11-12 07:32:22 | 64.50 | 96% |
| 37 | 2017-10-01 06:09:09 | 24.38 | 91% |