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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1787 | 2022-11-07 05:59:53 | 56.49 | 97% |
| 1397 | 2022-01-22 04:34:56 | 51.03 | 96% |