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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5767 | 2024-03-20 13:08:30 | 85.82 | 96% |
| 5538 | 2024-03-07 12:05:41 | 91.39 | 97% |
| 3397 | 2023-10-07 16:09:31 | 91.90 | 98.9% |