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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3272 | 2022-05-04 23:28:51 | 117.48 | 98% |
| 1198 | 2022-02-26 20:14:36 | 96.83 | 96% |
| 678 | 2022-01-31 03:35:58 | 110.42 | 97% |