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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3051 | 2022-05-07 23:09:22 | 73.18 | 95% |
| 2873 | 2022-03-06 18:58:42 | 85.52 | 97% |
| 2348 | 2021-10-04 19:44:06 | 74.21 | 95% |