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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8373 | 2021-11-04 10:10:36 | 67.02 | 94% |
| 6690 | 2021-09-20 06:55:37 | 83.59 | 97% |
| 6323 | 2021-09-17 06:07:36 | 75.62 | 96% |
| 3011 | 2021-05-07 12:25:39 | 62.03 | 95% |