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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7594 | 2024-10-01 12:48:23 | 81.77 | 97.3% |
| 1276 | 2018-04-26 09:50:32 | 62.01 | 95% |