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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5220 | 2021-10-17 16:31:11 | 87.47 | 97% |
| 4323 | 2021-05-27 03:27:17 | 111.52 | 100% |
| 2929 | 2021-02-16 03:14:41 | 91.67 | 96.9% |
| 1521 | 2020-12-08 19:22:55 | 103.42 | 98% |
| 1425 | 2020-12-07 18:19:35 | 99.31 | 98% |
| 1183 | 2020-11-25 03:15:24 | 85.54 | 97% |