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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1697 | 2022-02-23 21:24:42 | 70.24 | 96% |
| 646 | 2022-02-13 22:01:59 | 71.42 | 96% |