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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5365 | 2020-06-22 18:21:34 | 78.05 | 96% |
| 3643 | 2020-05-12 03:05:03 | 64.27 | 95% |
| 2336 | 2020-04-28 20:50:22 | 76.45 | 96% |