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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 230 | 2020-06-23 03:50:29 | 79.33 | 99% |
| 221 | 2020-05-02 23:20:45 | 73.68 | 98% |
| 35 | 2017-07-30 03:56:08 | 61.29 | 96% |