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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1442 | 2022-11-10 08:25:11 | 57.51 | 95% |
| 1320 | 2022-11-02 12:49:40 | 56.52 | 94% |
| 560 | 2022-02-21 13:48:40 | 49.89 | 95% |