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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 671 | 2023-10-16 14:23:49 | 83.41 | 98.3% |
| 34 | 2023-08-17 22:19:12 | 84.70 | 99.3% |