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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1095 | 2022-04-02 18:42:12 | 86.66 | 97% |
| 736 | 2022-03-14 12:50:21 | 87.01 | 96% |
| 148 | 2021-04-18 03:07:52 | 73.16 | 95% |