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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 35514 | 2020-11-04 11:34:55 | 131.55 | 99% |
| 22010 | 2018-03-13 13:04:16 | 122.25 | 97% |
| 4488 | 2017-07-31 18:51:41 | 111.67 | 98% |
| 523 | 2017-05-14 02:00:46 | 127.85 | 98% |