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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5939 | 2022-01-26 11:23:18 | 57.93 | 99% |
| 3254 | 2019-01-30 12:55:15 | 77.38 | 99% |