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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2241 | 2023-11-25 08:51:38 | 85.19 | 97.2% |
| 84 | 2022-03-20 02:30:33 | 60.84 | 96% |