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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1923 | 2023-05-13 17:54:38 | 73.30 | 97% |
| 1390 | 2022-08-28 07:08:14 | 73.23 | 97% |