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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2943 | 2021-03-31 13:26:26 | 64.40 | 96% |
| 2670 | 2021-03-23 16:30:06 | 70.27 | 96% |
| 344 | 2020-11-27 14:49:00 | 51.89 | 94% |