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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7358 | 2022-02-15 00:22:47 | 79.03 | 99% |
| 7033 | 2022-02-02 01:28:19 | 68.49 | 98% |
| 2047 | 2021-02-27 02:04:46 | 71.02 | 97.2% |
| 1241 | 2021-02-02 22:14:36 | 63.85 | 96.6% |