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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4787 | 2021-07-31 13:05:19 | 84.52 | 96% |
| 4518 | 2020-08-11 06:22:26 | 102.25 | 96% |
| 4497 | 2020-08-10 13:26:53 | 84.42 | 96% |