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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4377 | 2022-11-27 18:47:07 | 84.95 | 98% |
| 119 | 2021-10-16 08:08:53 | 54.71 | 94% |