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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2171 | 2022-03-04 16:17:18 | 81.37 | 98% |
| 886 | 2022-01-31 14:31:04 | 73.86 | 96% |