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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16315 | 2024-02-22 05:38:44 | 79.90 | 95.4% |
| 13784 | 2023-10-29 08:15:25 | 82.95 | 96.7% |
| 3752 | 2022-08-25 07:24:35 | 81.86 | 98% |