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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8118 | 2021-11-04 06:58:25 | 77.24 | 97% |
| 4593 | 2021-03-13 06:14:12 | 69.00 | 96% |
| 889 | 2020-07-27 04:00:21 | 49.95 | 95% |