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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3373 | 2023-03-24 05:18:06 | 107.91 | 98% |
| 2465 | 2019-12-09 09:26:38 | 88.93 | 97% |