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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4686 | 2022-11-02 05:16:02 | 64.27 | 97% |
| 2741 | 2022-03-31 13:17:27 | 49.59 | 96% |