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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3857 | 2022-09-28 18:50:43 | 83.06 | 98% |
| 2461 | 2022-07-14 10:32:31 | 66.95 | 94% |