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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7406 | 2023-03-16 16:04:34 | 87.04 | 99% |
| 5226 | 2023-01-09 06:46:29 | 79.30 | 97% |