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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1002 | 2023-08-08 09:43:59 | 82.88 | 96.7% |
| 272 | 2021-05-26 08:51:06 | 68.65 | 95% |