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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1307 | 2021-05-23 03:36:13 | 85.43 | 98% |
| 149 | 2020-08-26 20:27:42 | 63.22 | 98% |