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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 800 | 2022-02-05 21:34:01 | 79.64 | 93% |
| 754 | 2021-12-31 21:55:05 | 59.71 | 97% |