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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3409 | 2023-12-05 15:36:08 | 110.54 | 98.9% |
| 543 | 2023-05-17 23:32:19 | 78.69 | 95.6% |