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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1094 | 2024-04-27 22:51:31 | 92.77 | 96.3% |
| 560 | 2021-12-04 21:03:37 | 94.07 | 97% |