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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2955 | 2022-10-29 06:35:17 | 109.59 | 98% |
| 2525 | 2022-10-24 18:42:58 | 108.39 | 98% |