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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4041 | 2021-06-18 15:58:21 | 95.05 | 96% |
| 2200 | 2020-11-01 06:58:43 | 95.20 | 96% |