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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2035 | 2023-09-06 11:34:27 | 88.94 | 98% |
| 1716 | 2023-09-01 03:49:26 | 98.48 | 98% |