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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3550 | 2022-07-18 18:21:39 | 82.70 | 98% |
| 2780 | 2021-12-28 14:52:23 | 73.66 | 96% |
| 1750 | 2021-12-23 14:27:42 | 80.21 | 97% |
| 913 | 2021-05-09 05:01:08 | 80.95 | 100% |