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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6463 | 2024-04-08 12:24:57 | 77.96 | 97% |
| 2963 | 2023-05-12 19:34:12 | 69.73 | 98% |
| 2607 | 2023-04-29 22:47:59 | 65.04 | 97% |
| 2578 | 2023-04-27 22:24:16 | 63.04 | 96% |