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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4499 | 2024-01-03 16:18:00 | 116.99 | 98.6% |
| 134 | 2023-01-29 17:02:20 | 100.01 | 98% |