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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4562 | 2023-11-05 06:33:26 | 89.64 | 96.6% |
| 3902 | 2023-10-29 08:06:27 | 73.13 | 96.4% |
| 362 | 2023-09-16 11:41:54 | 85.85 | 97% |