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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4424 | 2023-01-04 08:07:31 | 104.33 | 99% |
| 1160 | 2018-08-02 12:40:52 | 73.15 | 97% |