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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1091 | 2022-08-04 19:24:15 | 53.42 | 97% |
| 336 | 2019-09-26 18:56:09 | 45.99 | 95% |