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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1509 | 2022-02-26 10:12:06 | 65.43 | 98% |
| 675 | 2021-09-21 17:18:56 | 54.24 | 95% |