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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6751 | 2023-07-08 03:46:59 | 82.24 | 96.1% |
| 574 | 2021-01-26 06:21:41 | 66.94 | 94% |