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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 779 | 2023-09-29 10:05:35 | 52.06 | 94.5% |
| 404 | 2023-09-11 21:59:24 | 51.01 | 95.4% |