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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7213 | 2022-07-12 01:58:06 | 68.68 | 99% |
| 6674 | 2022-05-19 23:35:41 | 52.35 | 97% |
| 3661 | 2021-10-07 21:51:48 | 50.51 | 97% |