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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2391 | 2022-04-24 10:11:16 | 63.72 | 93% |
| 1632 | 2021-06-28 11:28:28 | 64.17 | 95% |