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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4011 | 2022-01-18 17:16:11 | 138.06 | 98% |
| 2712 | 2021-11-28 18:55:32 | 140.18 | 97% |
| 922 | 2020-07-13 21:26:11 | 128.86 | 96% |