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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29855 | 2024-01-24 11:13:47 | 85.68 | 99.3% |
| 22829 | 2019-06-24 07:32:22 | 85.64 | 100% |
| 22373 | 2019-06-17 20:44:12 | 80.01 | 100% |
| 4213 | 2018-01-07 04:23:46 | 65.42 | 99% |