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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11953 | 2021-10-08 15:12:31 | 81.50 | 98% |
| 9427 | 2021-04-19 15:46:18 | 91.73 | 98% |
| 7474 | 2021-01-09 16:59:16 | 88.39 | 99% |
| 3596 | 2020-08-20 04:08:20 | 69.78 | 96% |
| 3097 | 2020-08-04 05:56:21 | 77.63 | 98% |