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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1400 | 2022-01-03 03:19:39 | 50.58 | 95% |
| 300 | 2017-02-07 12:34:34 | 49.04 | 88% |