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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9414 | 2023-09-02 16:32:43 | 73.76 | 95% |
| 4955 | 2022-11-20 18:38:37 | 83.28 | 96% |
| 4700 | 2022-11-16 21:30:30 | 79.87 | 94% |