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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1643 | 2023-01-09 21:21:48 | 89.16 | 96% |
| 1056 | 2020-08-20 19:13:48 | 100.03 | 93% |