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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 330 | 2022-01-25 21:07:43 | 43.89 | 96% |
| 285 | 2022-01-16 21:54:00 | 41.86 | 97% |