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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9830 | 2023-11-18 05:48:47 | 91.81 | 97.2% |
| 6246 | 2021-06-05 19:09:09 | 79.19 | 96% |
| 2928 | 2021-01-23 23:01:01 | 72.98 | 96% |