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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 548 | 2022-05-01 14:34:03 | 97.43 | 97% |
| 273 | 2020-08-14 15:37:11 | 70.06 | 94% |