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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1043 | 2025-06-22 21:51:48 | 95.22 | 98% |
| 796 | 2025-06-17 15:09:34 | 88.00 | 98% |