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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6810 | 2023-03-26 07:13:02 | 94.98 | 98% |
| 5051 | 2020-12-13 05:59:58 | 91.46 | 98% |