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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5353 | 2021-10-16 14:52:37 | 120.89 | 97% |
| 5337 | 2021-10-11 18:36:46 | 115.13 | 97% |
| 4065 | 2021-04-14 14:45:42 | 103.22 | 96% |
| 3733 | 2021-04-05 16:41:49 | 126.01 | 99% |