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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1340 | 2024-02-17 20:56:02 | 106.74 | 97.9% |
| 979 | 2024-01-26 21:01:13 | 101.45 | 97.6% |