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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1885 | 2022-11-11 17:25:25 | 46.78 | 97% |
| 1478 | 2022-11-01 18:22:11 | 39.72 | 94% |
| 1412 | 2022-10-30 10:06:12 | 41.05 | 95% |