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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3782 | 2021-05-10 08:54:38 | 137.22 | 100% |
| 2062 | 2020-08-04 19:55:58 | 120.30 | 98% |
| 1844 | 2020-07-28 11:24:05 | 114.17 | 98% |