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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3534 | 2021-02-19 00:49:10 | 100.19 | 98.5% |
| 2052 | 2020-10-26 20:19:39 | 79.26 | 95% |
| 1743 | 2020-10-02 13:42:57 | 70.84 | 96% |
| 1302 | 2020-09-10 02:22:27 | 69.71 | 98% |
| 870 | 2020-08-27 21:51:36 | 54.58 | 95% |