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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 954 | 2024-03-26 13:08:32 | 75.97 | 96.3% |
| 250 | 2023-03-15 01:43:40 | 66.05 | 95% |