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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1339 | 2022-10-14 10:40:16 | 98.31 | 98% |
| 601 | 2022-10-07 10:35:14 | 96.13 | 98% |