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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 495 | 2022-05-28 07:32:54 | 57.81 | 94% |
| 395 | 2022-05-25 06:25:01 | 52.85 | 94% |