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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7454 | 2023-09-16 09:31:00 | 59.57 | 95% |
| 1986 | 2021-09-05 08:38:13 | 53.36 | 96% |