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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23579 | 2022-10-16 05:17:42 | 228.46 | 100% |
| 22597 | 2022-07-02 01:16:51 | 222.61 | 100% |
| 3729 | 2020-08-29 22:58:23 | 168.30 | 98% |