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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2372 | 2023-10-27 17:32:20 | 85.94 | 97% |
| 343 | 2023-01-05 11:20:57 | 90.28 | 96% |