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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1170 | 2023-02-08 19:43:46 | 68.68 | 99% |
| 1069 | 2023-02-03 19:47:51 | 61.98 | 98% |