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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7882 | 2024-10-09 00:27:04 | 88.41 | 98% |
| 3750 | 2023-10-10 20:30:18 | 68.80 | 94.9% |
| 2222 | 2023-02-28 17:21:09 | 63.50 | 95% |