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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1078 | 2021-08-17 15:08:05 | 78.92 | 99% |
| 467 | 2018-10-12 03:47:43 | 50.92 | 92% |