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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2673 | 2020-02-14 19:34:57 | 143.17 | 99% |
| 1222 | 2018-07-22 02:23:01 | 140.61 | 99% |