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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6657 | 2023-07-03 16:40:56 | 84.45 | 95.5% |
| 2683 | 2022-08-08 05:46:27 | 91.55 | 97% |
| 527 | 2021-10-07 05:34:19 | 60.79 | 93% |