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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2774 | 2022-03-07 16:11:09 | 96.97 | 99% |
| 1663 | 2021-01-07 17:54:08 | 101.06 | 100% |