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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 964 | 2021-10-11 02:12:00 | 92.77 | 97% |
| 659 | 2021-04-30 17:29:50 | 85.01 | 97% |
| 622 | 2021-04-29 18:56:06 | 76.05 | 96% |