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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10185 | 2020-01-12 15:32:17 | 94.36 | 98% |
| 4624 | 2018-07-17 09:35:59 | 92.54 | 98% |