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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7513 | 2021-10-03 08:43:28 | 81.75 | 96% |
| 5975 | 2021-04-16 07:28:51 | 77.25 | 96% |
| 4705 | 2021-03-05 12:27:26 | 80.73 | 96% |