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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7300 | 2023-08-21 18:45:46 | 85.20 | 98% |
| 4393 | 2023-05-22 20:21:55 | 77.33 | 96% |
| 3745 | 2023-04-25 19:39:40 | 77.19 | 97% |
| 3532 | 2023-03-21 20:24:54 | 70.90 | 96% |