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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 677 | 2022-09-22 18:16:00 | 64.97 | 98% |
| 251 | 2022-04-03 08:34:05 | 52.59 | 96% |