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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 178 | 2023-07-19 00:43:16 | 64.81 | 94.7% |
| 39 | 2023-07-06 04:32:45 | 50.02 | 93.7% |