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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1784 | 2022-10-09 08:39:26 | 52.21 | 95% |
| 129 | 2022-03-20 03:44:35 | 55.37 | 97% |