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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4068 | 2022-03-29 14:38:09 | 85.31 | 99% |
| 3122 | 2022-01-11 10:30:41 | 79.96 | 97% |
| 1515 | 2021-10-21 11:55:43 | 69.33 | 96% |
| 1345 | 2021-10-12 14:46:21 | 74.22 | 97% |
| 367 | 2021-08-04 05:57:03 | 65.14 | 96% |