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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3221 | 2022-12-29 13:48:28 | 83.28 | 96% |
| 1428 | 2022-05-29 16:24:53 | 79.48 | 98% |
| 1117 | 2022-05-15 19:07:22 | 77.29 | 96% |