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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1766 | 2021-05-29 22:48:40 | 101.14 | 98% |
| 595 | 2020-11-01 16:08:18 | 91.49 | 96% |