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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1060 | 2022-01-29 11:51:27 | 74.81 | 98% |
| 240 | 2021-07-27 04:26:28 | 44.45 | 96% |