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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6542 | 2021-12-22 10:57:21 | 61.48 | 97% |
| 4665 | 2021-10-28 21:46:06 | 39.69 | 94% |
| 3160 | 2021-09-27 02:53:33 | 76.97 | 99% |
| 1781 | 2021-08-29 23:44:37 | 50.27 | 93% |
| 1618 | 2021-08-26 11:44:28 | 71.54 | 97% |
| 1337 | 2021-08-19 19:51:48 | 62.20 | 96% |
| 744 | 2021-08-04 06:22:15 | 42.63 | 93% |