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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 824 | 2023-03-17 13:12:53 | 59.75 | 94% |
| 704 | 2023-03-02 16:29:10 | 59.79 | 96% |