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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4946 | 2023-05-19 22:12:16 | 114.67 | 97% |
| 4541 | 2017-01-31 03:57:43 | 126.95 | 99% |