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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5065 | 2022-03-15 14:09:51 | 99.07 | 99% |
| 5064 | 2022-03-15 14:09:09 | 86.63 | 98% |
| 4768 | 2022-02-11 09:07:52 | 106.83 | 100% |
| 3784 | 2021-11-30 07:04:11 | 93.58 | 99% |