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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1094 | 2021-02-19 07:05:55 | 97.28 | 98% |
| 313 | 2019-06-16 11:49:09 | 103.27 | 98% |