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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 862 | 2023-08-04 03:03:31 | 151.79 | 99% |
| 170 | 2021-12-22 21:48:40 | 165.91 | 100% |