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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6723 | 2021-07-12 17:20:16 | 49.08 | 94% |
| 5299 | 2021-05-04 12:05:46 | 70.61 | 96% |
| 3938 | 2021-02-15 07:20:46 | 74.17 | 96.3% |
| 3926 | 2021-02-14 13:55:12 | 62.34 | 94.6% |
| 2924 | 2020-12-30 19:32:14 | 79.53 | 98% |
| 2837 | 2020-12-29 15:17:49 | 82.19 | 98% |
| 2272 | 2020-10-22 14:55:14 | 77.51 | 97% |