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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 725 | 2025-05-06 19:57:56 | 93.49 | 96% |
| 573 | 2021-04-26 03:39:10 | 96.09 | 97% |