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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3078 | 2022-03-19 19:39:27 | 96.04 | 98% |
| 2106 | 2021-02-17 16:59:08 | 89.80 | 98.5% |