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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5312 | 2021-11-22 23:55:57 | 204.91 | 100% |
| 3871 | 2021-06-20 03:52:00 | 179.45 | 99% |
| 1349 | 2021-05-04 03:04:52 | 171.68 | 98% |
| 1348 | 2021-05-04 03:03:32 | 163.34 | 98% |