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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 743 | 2022-11-23 01:19:01 | 67.90 | 95% |
| 202 | 2022-09-14 11:34:48 | 55.83 | 94% |