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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3522 | 2019-04-02 12:24:11 | 65.44 | 97% |
| 2545 | 2019-01-22 14:58:23 | 63.36 | 97% |
| 117 | 2018-09-21 14:56:08 | 60.83 | 96% |