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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6255 | 2022-04-05 20:04:44 | 70.71 | 99% |
| 5045 | 2022-02-12 04:50:18 | 70.57 | 96% |
| 3763 | 2021-10-28 00:26:23 | 65.61 | 97% |
| 3594 | 2021-10-13 01:45:41 | 61.90 | 97% |