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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1479 | 2023-09-14 13:42:58 | 92.70 | 97.6% |
| 827 | 2018-11-26 03:20:06 | 78.11 | 99% |