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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4550 | 2023-05-20 04:44:43 | 95.44 | 96% |
| 4302 | 2023-04-27 02:35:30 | 98.12 | 97% |
| 1609 | 2021-10-25 06:03:26 | 65.53 | 95% |