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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3336 | 2023-06-16 07:03:30 | 84.16 | 98% |
| 2395 | 2023-01-15 15:48:22 | 85.95 | 98% |
| 328 | 2022-08-17 03:26:15 | 77.64 | 98% |