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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22351 | 2024-01-12 18:37:00 | 111.38 | 95.6% |
| 4714 | 2020-01-04 05:32:08 | 90.35 | 96% |