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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4239 | 2021-03-25 06:22:38 | 89.83 | 97% |
| 3782 | 2021-03-02 19:34:05 | 96.84 | 97.6% |
| 2881 | 2021-02-02 06:52:05 | 93.20 | 98.3% |
| 415 | 2020-11-22 19:17:44 | 93.63 | 98% |
| 174 | 2020-10-21 22:47:06 | 63.46 | 98% |