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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 402 | 2023-04-10 13:32:45 | 75.14 | 96% |
| 391 | 2023-04-04 18:53:06 | 69.97 | 95% |