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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1889 | 2023-01-26 20:19:39 | 64.35 | 99% |
| 1641 | 2023-01-15 17:32:03 | 56.79 | 97% |
| 742 | 2021-10-09 14:51:37 | 52.24 | 96% |