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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1784 | 2022-05-28 13:52:18 | 67.85 | 95% |
| 1331 | 2022-05-03 13:43:10 | 60.71 | 93% |