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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4075 | 2022-06-21 05:41:00 | 73.89 | 98% |
| 2921 | 2021-04-30 05:36:43 | 83.21 | 99% |
| 11 | 2017-05-07 01:39:55 | 64.52 | 95% |