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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4846 | 2021-11-15 07:34:25 | 87.27 | 99% |
| 1412 | 2020-07-03 09:13:53 | 91.38 | 98% |