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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 568 | 2022-05-25 23:33:31 | 67.42 | 96% |
| 5 | 2021-11-07 05:25:06 | 46.67 | 95% |