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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 946 | 2022-08-07 05:56:37 | 68.02 | 94% |
| 567 | 2022-07-14 15:51:27 | 72.33 | 96% |