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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4453 | 2021-04-29 16:26:13 | 74.91 | 95% |
| 3203 | 2020-08-23 20:48:33 | 90.31 | 98% |