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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2999 | 2024-01-08 11:26:59 | 196.11 | 97.9% |
| 573 | 2023-11-14 02:58:19 | 199.49 | 98.6% |