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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 683 | 2022-05-16 19:54:20 | 81.31 | 97% |
| 584 | 2022-05-12 08:30:04 | 87.50 | 100% |