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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5340 | 2022-06-19 11:35:14 | 95.71 | 98% |
| 3494 | 2019-03-14 09:25:00 | 76.57 | 95% |
| 2559 | 2019-03-07 21:45:30 | 82.00 | 97% |
| 1427 | 2019-02-24 10:11:35 | 89.74 | 98% |