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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4134 | 2023-02-12 11:22:31 | 85.25 | 96% |
| 1351 | 2022-08-19 03:50:23 | 73.27 | 96% |