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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19925 | 2023-07-24 03:05:11 | 108.44 | 98% |
| 19722 | 2023-07-21 23:49:42 | 128.95 | 98% |
| 19639 | 2023-07-21 01:29:14 | 123.41 | 98% |
| 18495 | 2023-07-15 22:33:22 | 111.57 | 97% |