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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1497 | 2022-02-22 19:59:05 | 90.91 | 98% |
| 515 | 2020-08-21 03:37:35 | 84.83 | 99% |