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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3890 | 2021-10-21 14:17:48 | 93.34 | 98% |
| 3640 | 2021-10-06 12:39:44 | 105.40 | 99% |
| 2499 | 2021-09-01 14:47:42 | 87.48 | 98% |