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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6285 | 2022-10-24 08:20:24 | 94.16 | 97% |
| 6122 | 2022-07-20 01:23:10 | 86.86 | 97% |
| 1259 | 2021-02-08 21:34:01 | 77.32 | 95% |