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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3876 | 2023-07-25 05:43:18 | 78.02 | 99% |
| 2111 | 2021-06-30 06:19:16 | 70.28 | 97% |
| 237 | 2019-02-16 03:11:36 | 51.76 | 98% |