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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2792 | 2021-07-22 10:51:21 | 92.48 | 99% |
| 2378 | 2021-05-29 22:48:43 | 92.90 | 98% |
| 1279 | 2021-01-21 07:34:43 | 79.84 | 95% |
| 620 | 2021-01-08 08:05:45 | 82.44 | 98% |