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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 541 | 2023-09-17 18:01:00 | 76.09 | 94% |
| 409 | 2023-08-07 11:06:19 | 78.40 | 95.8% |