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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10641 | 2020-12-04 08:58:37 | 72.70 | 98% |
| 4688 | 2019-12-04 09:20:45 | 64.24 | 96% |
| 4000 | 2019-11-27 03:52:48 | 72.81 | 98% |