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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 363 | 2022-02-19 08:42:02 | 91.60 | 100% |
| 257 | 2021-06-16 18:51:11 | 78.71 | 98% |
| 37 | 2021-05-06 23:34:57 | 71.48 | 98% |