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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2112 | 2023-08-20 20:54:33 | 90.88 | 97% |
| 1758 | 2023-08-13 05:49:11 | 82.50 | 96% |
| 1262 | 2023-07-25 05:43:13 | 88.60 | 96% |
| 593 | 2023-07-17 23:30:50 | 91.26 | 97% |