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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3895 | 2022-02-20 03:08:01 | 102.56 | 99% |
| 787 | 2020-06-24 08:38:09 | 91.63 | 97% |