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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 904 | 2025-06-15 07:36:33 | 123.02 | 96% |
| 359 | 2025-05-20 04:59:32 | 109.76 | 97.1% |