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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4060 | 2023-05-14 06:13:00 | 84.68 | 99% |
| 3383 | 2022-12-02 14:28:29 | 76.08 | 99% |
| 1692 | 2021-10-12 07:57:09 | 62.55 | 97% |