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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11656 | 2020-09-18 01:53:46 | 139.10 | 99% |
| 10089 | 2017-05-08 00:08:08 | 105.97 | 90% |