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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4028 | 2022-08-14 14:35:00 | 111.55 | 98% |
| 3444 | 2022-07-22 09:02:44 | 92.58 | 96% |