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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3583 | 2022-02-22 16:37:10 | 76.93 | 98% |
| 2135 | 2021-10-08 07:54:02 | 74.67 | 98% |
| 624 | 2021-07-12 17:19:59 | 66.71 | 99% |