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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1147 | 2022-03-02 03:36:04 | 86.36 | 97% |
| 281 | 2019-05-31 17:46:07 | 86.16 | 95% |