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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24785 | 2022-08-30 06:27:25 | 117.42 | 99% |
| 24137 | 2022-08-19 00:20:28 | 113.46 | 100% |
| 2100 | 2021-04-07 03:59:21 | 92.06 | 100% |