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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 692 | 2022-10-13 15:09:27 | 78.76 | 96% |
| 103 | 2022-09-15 14:39:39 | 88.44 | 97% |