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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2270 | 2024-04-01 11:36:03 | 108.35 | 96.2% |
| 147 | 2023-10-29 08:45:22 | 99.42 | 97.9% |