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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2970 | 2022-06-08 04:47:30 | 93.53 | 97% |
| 2346 | 2019-04-27 14:16:11 | 90.83 | 97% |
| 140 | 2017-10-16 20:14:52 | 77.57 | 99% |