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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1525 | 2021-06-30 02:08:44 | 163.23 | 99% |
| 1261 | 2021-06-27 00:59:45 | 171.34 | 98% |
| 1149 | 2021-06-26 20:31:43 | 168.08 | 98% |