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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12208 | 2020-04-24 22:02:58 | 96.97 | 99% |
| 10984 | 2020-04-15 06:41:39 | 99.28 | 98% |
| 10837 | 2020-03-27 11:56:58 | 95.87 | 100% |