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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5817 | 2022-02-01 02:38:40 | 57.60 | 93% |
| 4130 | 2021-01-11 13:58:07 | 75.31 | 98% |