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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6208 | 2021-12-27 07:05:59 | 75.75 | 99% |
| 4925 | 2021-05-04 01:36:34 | 67.82 | 98% |
| 4682 | 2021-04-27 01:31:41 | 60.95 | 97% |