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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3541 | 2023-07-07 14:25:55 | 89.51 | 98.6% |
| 2663 | 2022-10-10 19:45:17 | 93.69 | 99% |