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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2024 | 2021-02-08 21:41:38 | 86.04 | 97.3% |
| 1730 | 2021-01-21 17:00:00 | 91.27 | 97% |