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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3759 | 2023-10-29 06:17:04 | 116.71 | 98.2% |
| 921 | 2022-07-28 13:46:34 | 101.92 | 97% |