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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2674 | 2023-04-12 23:00:11 | 100.49 | 99% |
| 1941 | 2022-06-07 13:22:04 | 109.79 | 99% |
| 1712 | 2021-12-23 03:55:09 | 96.67 | 98% |