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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9946 | 2023-09-15 12:29:40 | 66.51 | 98.5% |
| 6903 | 2022-01-23 15:07:54 | 59.46 | 98% |
| 1045 | 2017-01-27 13:02:01 | 56.53 | 98% |