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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1929 | 2022-03-19 11:31:40 | 86.81 | 97% |
| 1412 | 2021-04-08 21:39:45 | 76.02 | 96% |