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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1453 | 2021-02-17 18:21:36 | 112.23 | 97.1% |
| 1347 | 2021-01-24 01:26:32 | 130.58 | 100% |
| 1217 | 2020-04-20 18:43:27 | 130.14 | 99% |
| 255 | 2019-08-13 22:22:37 | 108.01 | 98% |