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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4776 | 2022-07-08 08:59:34 | 82.06 | 94% |
| 3623 | 2021-12-02 11:16:52 | 84.60 | 96% |