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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4764 | 2023-08-03 00:54:05 | 137.01 | 99% |
| 3457 | 2023-05-06 04:57:59 | 119.41 | 98% |
| 3386 | 2023-05-05 04:41:06 | 106.56 | 96% |