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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4815 | 2021-09-19 16:25:35 | 91.77 | 98% |
| 194 | 2019-04-02 13:52:16 | 76.30 | 98% |