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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2701 | 2021-07-25 11:08:44 | 71.41 | 97% |
| 746 | 2019-02-20 14:59:01 | 65.88 | 97% |