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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2956 | 2021-01-02 18:46:18 | 76.86 | 97% |
| 2061 | 2019-07-16 19:12:21 | 83.75 | 99% |