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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5127 | 2020-09-10 23:39:47 | 143.59 | 97% |
| 766 | 2019-01-18 01:51:59 | 140.66 | 98% |