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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1008 | 2021-07-16 09:29:04 | 120.93 | 99% |
| 461 | 2021-06-13 15:14:00 | 114.04 | 98% |