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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1449 | 2024-01-04 12:04:08 | 91.61 | 95.9% |
| 1017 | 2023-08-23 09:49:16 | 83.43 | 97% |