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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7990 | 2022-07-06 11:04:57 | 126.55 | 97% |
| 2369 | 2022-03-27 14:23:29 | 120.93 | 98% |
| 1947 | 2022-03-23 10:48:16 | 120.85 | 97% |