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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4110 | 2022-06-06 04:49:33 | 108.18 | 99% |
| 13 | 2017-05-08 19:06:57 | 59.38 | 98% |