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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4577 | 2020-06-27 15:56:30 | 90.81 | 96% |
| 3498 | 2020-05-11 07:43:16 | 84.63 | 96% |
| 2426 | 2020-04-11 18:31:17 | 90.98 | 98% |
| 2158 | 2020-04-06 09:10:48 | 89.44 | 98% |
| 2046 | 2020-04-03 12:17:48 | 86.74 | 98% |
| 800 | 2020-03-10 16:30:36 | 79.77 | 98% |