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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3964 | 2023-03-01 22:37:42 | 113.88 | 98% |
| 2942 | 2021-11-25 23:29:01 | 106.13 | 98% |