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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5059 | 2023-09-20 12:05:24 | 73.18 | 97% |
| 4745 | 2023-09-11 13:54:36 | 54.75 | 97% |