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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 444 | 2024-02-23 14:14:41 | 97.06 | 97.6% |
| 79 | 2023-10-26 16:56:09 | 58.93 | 92% |