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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2776 | 2022-09-29 19:56:43 | 54.12 | 93% |
| 100 | 2021-10-08 12:10:18 | 49.01 | 96% |