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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 302 | 2022-08-13 09:56:54 | 63.12 | 97% |
| 41 | 2022-06-19 08:15:36 | 53.00 | 96% |