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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 789 | 2023-03-19 14:23:58 | 51.16 | 96% |
| 116 | 2020-04-10 14:20:44 | 35.22 | 97% |