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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9376 | 2025-05-10 00:53:27 | 133.64 | 96.9% |
| 2693 | 2019-01-18 01:52:00 | 136.30 | 98% |