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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8734 | 2023-10-29 15:30:40 | 70.81 | 96.9% |
| 3572 | 2019-06-08 11:24:04 | 64.10 | 98% |
| 3274 | 2019-05-24 10:42:58 | 59.07 | 97% |