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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2516 | 2022-12-17 14:49:47 | 69.32 | 96% |
| 1936 | 2021-05-13 08:25:15 | 66.33 | 96% |
| 1776 | 2021-04-16 13:56:37 | 65.70 | 95% |