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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5139 | 2020-01-15 05:28:23 | 121.66 | 98% |
| 1909 | 2019-04-22 17:14:48 | 112.67 | 99% |
| 599 | 2019-02-26 03:51:24 | 105.05 | 97% |