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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5220 | 2022-06-16 05:02:46 | 53.98 | 97% |
| 4630 | 2021-07-27 09:22:58 | 56.53 | 96% |