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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 842 | 2021-01-11 19:03:09 | 84.33 | 99% |
| 777 | 2021-01-10 12:40:22 | 92.48 | 96% |
| 676 | 2021-01-06 12:55:55 | 91.67 | 99% |