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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 740 | 2023-09-12 14:08:54 | 101.51 | 98% |
| 609 | 2023-09-10 08:15:54 | 92.18 | 97% |