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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3167 | 2023-01-17 01:58:18 | 60.76 | 94% |
| 1325 | 2021-04-28 01:34:26 | 54.14 | 96% |