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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 520 | 2022-08-08 02:56:59 | 69.44 | 94% |
| 16 | 2021-07-07 07:37:12 | 53.09 | 96% |