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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18335 | 2022-04-26 07:42:34 | 107.89 | 98% |
| 16280 | 2022-03-08 05:35:13 | 99.05 | 97% |