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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1594 | 2022-01-17 12:55:40 | 49.36 | 96% |
| 1523 | 2022-01-13 13:05:07 | 45.94 | 96% |
| 1481 | 2022-01-12 13:34:34 | 46.17 | 96% |