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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14685 | 2019-02-25 08:23:59 | 86.61 | 100% |
| 14096 | 2018-10-07 04:54:17 | 68.70 | 97% |
| 12732 | 2017-01-21 19:41:30 | 79.41 | 97% |