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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4149 | 2021-07-04 15:37:48 | 77.73 | 97% |
| 3950 | 2021-06-28 21:25:10 | 72.86 | 97% |
| 2604 | 2021-05-15 14:50:01 | 78.91 | 99% |
| 2174 | 2021-05-05 10:15:58 | 83.29 | 99% |