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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8838 | 2024-04-08 18:03:13 | 100.72 | 97% |
| 7035 | 2023-08-21 08:22:24 | 98.84 | 97% |
| 1640 | 2022-08-17 05:47:50 | 76.65 | 95% |
| 533 | 2022-07-21 10:33:45 | 64.09 | 96% |