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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9105 | 2022-06-15 17:24:56 | 80.74 | 97% |
| 8325 | 2022-02-19 13:49:21 | 93.69 | 98% |
| 1584 | 2020-06-18 11:39:01 | 74.34 | 96% |
| 1029 | 2020-05-01 19:32:46 | 72.70 | 97% |