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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2462 | 2023-07-01 17:52:09 | 78.05 | 98% |
| 2063 | 2021-02-05 13:40:49 | 74.38 | 97.2% |