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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 843 | 2023-05-25 14:01:05 | 87.76 | 98.2% |
| 102 | 2021-11-26 07:40:38 | 96.58 | 97% |