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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2148 | 2023-06-29 12:53:21 | 78.31 | 95% |
| 1479 | 2023-02-27 14:20:51 | 89.50 | 99% |