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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 666 | 2023-07-24 02:02:57 | 53.64 | 94% |
| 159 | 2023-06-21 08:02:08 | 45.49 | 93.7% |