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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3734 | 2025-10-30 05:56:34 | 217.21 | 99% |
| 2020 | 2025-06-16 07:05:05 | 197.93 | 98% |