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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8018 | 2021-09-28 09:30:36 | 77.22 | 98% |
| 1952 | 2019-10-05 08:53:15 | 55.41 | 94% |