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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1358 | 2022-05-05 07:28:17 | 60.46 | 95% |
| 325 | 2020-02-06 08:27:17 | 57.95 | 98% |