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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16432 | 2023-04-23 23:52:09 | 45.70 | 92% |
| 11861 | 2022-06-01 11:43:01 | 39.21 | 96% |
| 6368 | 2021-10-11 00:47:58 | 42.07 | 94% |