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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14932 | 2022-11-22 20:22:06 | 92.71 | 96% |
| 12457 | 2022-04-05 11:14:47 | 79.78 | 94% |
| 11645 | 2022-02-05 17:41:46 | 75.47 | 93% |
| 3622 | 2021-04-19 15:14:16 | 86.35 | 95% |