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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 623 | 2023-10-19 16:32:25 | 85.11 | 96% |
| 200 | 2023-05-15 15:22:29 | 83.23 | 97.6% |