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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3641 | 2022-02-15 22:32:02 | 71.76 | 96% |
| 2708 | 2021-11-30 20:11:41 | 72.85 | 97% |