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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1288 | 2022-11-18 04:15:03 | 65.08 | 96% |
| 442 | 2022-10-14 10:35:37 | 63.14 | 95% |