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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3534 | 2022-10-09 14:37:32 | 80.61 | 97% |
| 218 | 2021-12-05 11:28:05 | 67.08 | 98% |