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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 207 | 2022-04-13 18:43:38 | 108.26 | 99% |
| 187 | 2022-04-11 17:04:38 | 100.33 | 98% |