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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8203 | 2022-08-03 01:04:53 | 90.76 | 96% |
| 3868 | 2022-06-15 23:51:27 | 99.47 | 99% |
| 3259 | 2022-06-08 22:28:30 | 83.06 | 96% |