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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1995 | 2022-07-18 13:17:14 | 87.51 | 97% |
| 306 | 2021-01-24 05:02:14 | 70.68 | 96% |