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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 691 | 2023-04-02 10:19:19 | 118.53 | 100% |
| 632 | 2023-03-06 14:21:04 | 96.15 | 98% |
| 295 | 2022-02-25 14:52:21 | 90.18 | 97% |