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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4057 | 2022-02-09 18:43:15 | 107.76 | 99% |
| 2484 | 2021-07-31 15:57:49 | 91.33 | 97% |
| 1166 | 2021-04-22 14:30:26 | 85.47 | 98% |
| 465 | 2021-02-02 18:44:01 | 66.91 | 96.1% |