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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4957 | 2022-03-02 23:13:20 | 91.80 | 98% |
| 1784 | 2020-09-25 19:44:46 | 61.35 | 97% |