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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 919 | 2023-05-18 04:16:58 | 120.22 | 97.9% |
| 293 | 2021-08-13 00:28:03 | 87.55 | 97% |