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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7617 | 2023-05-31 03:48:24 | 99.72 | 96% |
| 5212 | 2022-06-10 14:03:00 | 78.26 | 96% |