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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7222 | 2022-03-10 08:48:46 | 73.75 | 97% |
| 6560 | 2021-07-16 18:48:01 | 71.72 | 97% |
| 913 | 2019-12-16 17:19:41 | 54.02 | 95% |