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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5671 | 2023-02-25 13:31:51 | 78.37 | 99% |
| 4329 | 2022-12-29 12:07:12 | 57.56 | 98% |
| 2451 | 2022-07-24 17:18:11 | 67.99 | 98% |