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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6049 | 2021-02-15 12:50:07 | 84.96 | 97% |
| 5998 | 2021-02-12 14:57:31 | 83.12 | 95% |
| 4061 | 2020-09-08 21:43:55 | 97.09 | 97% |
| 1597 | 2020-06-13 18:18:31 | 75.87 | 96% |