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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11651 | 2021-09-14 00:48:32 | 83.74 | 98% |
| 10881 | 2021-06-17 21:37:55 | 77.48 | 96% |
| 5260 | 2020-11-09 13:25:55 | 81.30 | 97% |
| 449 | 2020-06-30 19:40:45 | 71.20 | 97% |