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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4689 | 2021-11-18 06:23:21 | 65.58 | 96% |
| 4298 | 2021-11-01 01:32:06 | 59.77 | 95% |
| 364 | 2021-07-31 03:57:47 | 30.42 | 93% |