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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1931 | 2023-04-28 15:52:42 | 96.70 | 98% |
| 461 | 2022-04-28 06:52:13 | 91.54 | 99% |
| 118 | 2022-03-24 03:42:51 | 66.04 | 95% |