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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6771 | 2019-06-18 14:57:47 | 67.61 | 95% |
| 4931 | 2018-08-15 12:41:58 | 64.01 | 96% |
| 3584 | 2018-05-28 11:49:36 | 61.98 | 95% |
| 1547 | 2017-09-04 08:46:52 | 52.15 | 95% |