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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 636 | 2024-07-18 09:10:13 | 97.85 | 96.4% |
| 167 | 2022-04-27 09:07:49 | 102.40 | 98% |