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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2313 | 2022-04-03 19:43:38 | 67.77 | 95% |
| 1961 | 2021-08-03 20:17:58 | 70.90 | 95% |