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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4612 | 2023-07-17 14:08:29 | 74.41 | 97% |
| 2677 | 2023-03-23 17:26:10 | 71.50 | 96% |
| 2366 | 2023-03-07 12:56:26 | 73.61 | 98% |
| 1594 | 2022-12-29 15:59:52 | 71.50 | 97% |