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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2342 | 2022-06-06 16:28:02 | 134.34 | 99% |
| 1774 | 2021-12-18 00:49:27 | 131.10 | 97% |