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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2020 | 2022-07-24 17:18:14 | 64.03 | 96% |
| 1698 | 2022-06-25 10:49:51 | 64.54 | 96% |