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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3736 | 2022-12-06 00:09:02 | 78.88 | 95% |
| 1520 | 2021-06-06 22:08:56 | 81.66 | 97% |
| 1145 | 2021-04-05 15:31:00 | 72.79 | 95% |