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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12949 | 2021-07-19 23:24:20 | 92.54 | 96% |
| 12698 | 2021-06-26 20:31:49 | 125.07 | 99% |
| 12008 | 2021-04-23 08:35:58 | 104.33 | 95% |
| 11759 | 2021-01-28 07:59:27 | 118.47 | 98.7% |
| 6707 | 2020-10-27 01:10:42 | 108.59 | 96% |