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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3601 | 2023-02-20 05:59:08 | 61.41 | 96% |
| 233 | 2022-09-13 15:22:27 | 49.97 | 98% |