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 |
---|---|---|---|
6720 | 2023-07-06 17:39:48 | 178.87 | 99% |
4105 | 2021-09-02 02:17:12 | 155.55 | 98% |
3555 | 2021-05-11 18:45:56 | 151.13 | 99% |
1103 | 2020-06-03 17:57:01 | 134.53 | 97% |