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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9110 | 2022-06-04 12:25:33 | 81.70 | 99% |
| 6750 | 2021-12-28 15:37:43 | 63.05 | 99% |