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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 829 | 2022-08-13 10:01:57 | 109.36 | 99% |
| 239 | 2022-03-26 03:47:43 | 106.51 | 99% |
| 76 | 2021-10-29 00:15:01 | 90.25 | 98% |