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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3886 | 2022-10-05 15:25:23 | 104.47 | 99% |
| 2015 | 2021-05-25 17:35:10 | 87.19 | 98% |
| 1784 | 2021-05-16 20:42:40 | 93.48 | 99% |