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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6721 | 2025-07-03 23:47:07 | 88.22 | 96% |
| 4909 | 2025-03-21 15:37:42 | 92.34 | 97% |