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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4143 | 2023-11-16 03:37:23 | 101.56 | 98.2% |
| 3289 | 2022-07-08 20:08:39 | 86.28 | 96% |
| 1770 | 2022-03-12 22:08:09 | 80.95 | 96% |