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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6115 | 2023-05-03 11:27:15 | 64.57 | 97% |
| 2851 | 2017-03-18 06:40:21 | 61.29 | 92% |