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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6354 | 2022-09-02 09:14:44 | 81.71 | 97% |
| 5199 | 2021-11-25 11:21:50 | 84.74 | 96% |
| 4871 | 2021-09-14 11:20:49 | 87.56 | 98% |
| 2257 | 2021-05-11 22:03:28 | 72.55 | 96% |