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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17745 | 2025-06-11 22:39:53 | 78.40 | 96% |
| 6709 | 2025-01-06 01:18:39 | 80.80 | 97.3% |