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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1973 | 2022-02-16 16:00:44 | 50.29 | 93% |
| 334 | 2021-11-10 17:56:15 | 37.45 | 93% |