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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10802 | 2023-07-06 03:06:38 | 91.45 | 99% |
| 4844 | 2022-01-01 05:01:08 | 75.27 | 99% |