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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3549 | 2023-02-05 04:51:55 | 107.90 | 98% |
| 2404 | 2022-08-19 00:04:20 | 97.24 | 96% |
| 1714 | 2022-05-30 05:43:10 | 99.44 | 97% |