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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3023 | 2022-11-30 04:21:17 | 71.81 | 97% |
| 2611 | 2022-09-09 05:52:16 | 70.79 | 95% |
| 1919 | 2021-04-28 06:41:16 | 76.45 | 97% |