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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 702 | 2022-09-27 10:11:28 | 91.68 | 98% |
| 215 | 2021-04-27 04:10:38 | 65.56 | 95% |