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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4907 | 2023-08-20 15:28:49 | 93.49 | 96% |
| 1943 | 2023-05-30 21:52:10 | 74.05 | 93% |