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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10466 | 2022-06-19 20:02:51 | 88.73 | 95% |
| 4918 | 2021-09-12 19:19:23 | 85.66 | 95% |
| 2111 | 2021-07-22 18:29:27 | 73.71 | 94% |