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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7225 | 2021-02-27 20:44:09 | 132.92 | 99% |
| 7145 | 2021-02-12 04:25:42 | 131.19 | 98.2% |
| 7019 | 2021-01-04 16:50:01 | 124.56 | 99% |