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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5700 | 2024-05-15 09:23:10 | 95.02 | 97.3% |
| 4896 | 2023-09-28 23:29:42 | 84.44 | 97.9% |
| 4870 | 2023-09-27 19:41:09 | 79.95 | 96.2% |
| 3323 | 2022-03-29 03:18:19 | 78.08 | 95% |