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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3680 | 2022-05-25 23:33:38 | 58.74 | 95% |
| 2612 | 2021-01-31 04:14:14 | 51.62 | 94.2% |