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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1541 | 2023-03-21 02:55:18 | 63.21 | 98% |
| 1364 | 2023-01-08 01:19:41 | 58.07 | 97% |