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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2309 | 2022-08-26 12:03:48 | 74.20 | 96% |
| 1704 | 2022-04-29 11:20:02 | 69.31 | 95% |
| 1544 | 2022-04-18 17:51:56 | 68.53 | 96% |
| 1033 | 2022-01-15 21:25:42 | 64.01 | 95% |