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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7468 | 2023-03-05 14:13:16 | 116.15 | 99% |
| 7349 | 2023-03-01 16:05:08 | 116.54 | 99% |
| 6789 | 2023-02-17 16:55:28 | 107.24 | 96% |