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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1247 | 2023-02-19 13:58:25 | 65.07 | 96% |
| 835 | 2022-01-23 02:14:15 | 59.60 | 94% |
| 650 | 2021-01-07 14:38:47 | 64.00 | 97% |