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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16914 | 2021-08-07 05:50:14 | 91.75 | 96% |
| 11310 | 2021-05-23 05:51:47 | 94.22 | 97% |
| 8707 | 2021-03-14 02:28:35 | 78.78 | 95% |
| 5313 | 2021-01-18 02:49:49 | 87.13 | 97% |
| 3104 | 2020-12-28 15:22:45 | 84.78 | 96% |
| 1585 | 2020-11-14 12:39:46 | 69.65 | 98% |