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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2393 | 2023-01-27 17:37:37 | 66.71 | 97% |
| 1723 | 2023-01-11 18:15:20 | 64.65 | 98% |