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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12478 | 2025-03-28 09:32:30 | 121.05 | 95.2% |
| 4572 | 2021-02-11 05:17:35 | 131.22 | 99% |