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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7984 | 2022-12-11 15:50:48 | 103.52 | 97% |
| 6769 | 2022-11-26 12:14:43 | 114.29 | 98% |