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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3901 | 2022-09-16 14:17:32 | 71.18 | 96% |
| 3143 | 2022-05-06 11:56:09 | 65.55 | 96% |
| 1741 | 2022-02-26 13:10:48 | 58.37 | 96% |