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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5701 | 2023-07-22 14:16:24 | 78.73 | 97.6% |
| 4918 | 2023-02-22 09:35:57 | 85.90 | 99% |
| 3604 | 2022-08-25 14:46:15 | 72.60 | 97% |
| 253 | 2021-06-09 13:24:13 | 40.31 | 94% |