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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1910 | 2023-12-07 05:24:49 | 71.04 | 95.8% |
| 770 | 2023-03-10 20:04:47 | 72.57 | 95% |
| 483 | 2023-02-02 16:08:43 | 72.71 | 96% |