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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3508 | 2022-07-28 10:18:30 | 71.28 | 93% |
| 1085 | 2022-05-12 01:53:46 | 74.76 | 95% |
| 283 | 2022-02-24 05:23:33 | 53.72 | 93% |