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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9848 | 2023-10-24 16:12:03 | 77.78 | 97.6% |
| 8824 | 2023-04-19 12:04:10 | 66.00 | 96% |
| 3972 | 2021-10-15 09:30:16 | 56.52 | 96% |
| 2344 | 2021-04-17 21:14:57 | 54.60 | 99% |