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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11798 | 2021-10-01 22:23:21 | 119.56 | 98% |
| 7859 | 2020-08-11 18:08:40 | 128.54 | 100% |
| 7018 | 2020-08-02 02:45:17 | 114.73 | 98% |
| 6511 | 2020-07-27 19:16:21 | 139.28 | 100% |