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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23848 | 2023-09-12 16:14:38 | 85.96 | 94% |
| 18569 | 2022-07-20 21:24:16 | 92.05 | 95% |
| 9588 | 2021-05-18 22:29:29 | 98.77 | 98% |
| 4119 | 2018-11-30 00:52:49 | 80.78 | 94% |