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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1013 | 2021-12-10 12:25:45 | 79.15 | 96% |
| 425 | 2019-10-10 09:30:18 | 71.08 | 95% |