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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3722 | 2021-09-21 08:52:03 | 87.27 | 97% |
| 1349 | 2021-04-29 04:26:19 | 80.21 | 98% |
| 975 | 2021-04-07 16:05:32 | 72.99 | 96% |