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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7857 | 2024-01-29 12:47:09 | 81.09 | 98.2% |
| 4251 | 2021-10-06 07:04:23 | 72.33 | 96% |