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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6147 | 2022-03-29 12:52:28 | 100.52 | 100% |
| 121 | 2020-03-31 08:17:36 | 53.62 | 94% |