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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5254 | 2021-06-06 17:56:50 | 90.97 | 97% |
| 4413 | 2021-04-30 23:24:56 | 97.50 | 99% |
| 3337 | 2021-03-27 22:01:23 | 98.01 | 99% |