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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5612 | 2021-04-14 13:47:43 | 81.91 | 94% |
| 4259 | 2021-01-29 10:21:23 | 87.68 | 94% |
| 1770 | 2020-11-01 16:08:19 | 90.29 | 96% |