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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3382 | 2023-02-16 10:09:58 | 74.55 | 96% |
| 2239 | 2022-09-05 07:22:54 | 80.23 | 98% |
| 673 | 2021-03-07 09:41:03 | 50.68 | 95% |