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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4355 | 2021-11-27 16:34:18 | 79.19 | 98% |
| 636 | 2018-10-19 06:58:26 | 61.23 | 94% |