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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3009 | 2021-11-15 07:34:22 | 93.98 | 99% |
| 2406 | 2021-03-18 08:04:02 | 85.25 | 98% |