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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10890 | 2023-10-31 12:37:47 | 58.89 | 97.6% |
| 9401 | 2023-01-24 12:46:30 | 64.03 | 96% |
| 7033 | 2022-10-25 05:29:49 | 53.31 | 96% |
| 3768 | 2022-06-09 14:23:09 | 53.94 | 96% |