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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5020 | 2022-06-27 09:00:54 | 105.78 | 96% |
| 1388 | 2021-06-05 07:18:16 | 126.33 | 98% |