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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5565 | 2023-04-23 03:57:36 | 93.83 | 96% |
| 4947 | 2023-03-15 06:47:57 | 84.97 | 96% |
| 4160 | 2022-10-18 14:33:01 | 78.77 | 96% |
| 1250 | 2021-09-19 16:11:53 | 63.25 | 93% |