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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2890 | 2021-02-25 16:05:51 | 92.87 | 98.6% |
| 1063 | 2018-08-26 17:20:23 | 85.11 | 98% |