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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4035 | 2021-12-13 18:15:27 | 55.26 | 96% |
| 3792 | 2021-11-27 12:59:41 | 54.15 | 96% |
| 3137 | 2021-10-05 14:46:14 | 57.02 | 96% |
| 417 | 2021-01-23 18:05:21 | 30.65 | 92% |