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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7450 | 2021-11-28 18:39:30 | 90.83 | 98% |
| 5937 | 2021-05-10 17:32:00 | 76.34 | 95% |
| 4436 | 2021-04-21 06:06:07 | 77.84 | 97% |
| 3195 | 2021-04-06 08:21:10 | 83.24 | 98% |