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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8673 | 2024-09-30 19:39:56 | 85.92 | 97.4% |
| 3683 | 2023-04-03 12:35:38 | 78.58 | 96% |
| 2942 | 2023-03-22 07:37:02 | 78.72 | 95% |