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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2344 | 2022-05-09 18:14:06 | 48.22 | 95% |
| 1805 | 2022-04-21 19:05:30 | 36.72 | 95% |