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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11333 | 2021-04-01 06:51:40 | 50.50 | 98% |
| 10761 | 2021-03-17 07:17:30 | 60.94 | 97% |
| 10331 | 2021-03-08 13:27:44 | 60.94 | 96% |
| 1330 | 2020-07-24 10:32:49 | 57.71 | 95% |