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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4080 | 2022-04-07 17:08:22 | 54.17 | 97% |
| 3028 | 2022-03-30 13:24:16 | 38.78 | 95% |
| 2559 | 2022-03-26 11:51:04 | 52.71 | 98% |