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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4753 | 2023-12-21 06:47:55 | 87.32 | 97.2% |
| 2853 | 2023-02-10 07:55:51 | 97.17 | 98% |