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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3268 | 2024-06-09 14:36:23 | 84.89 | 97.3% |
| 875 | 2017-11-12 15:58:56 | 89.07 | 98% |