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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1775 | 2022-02-01 02:38:25 | 77.56 | 95% |
| 1639 | 2022-01-22 18:32:44 | 88.64 | 97% |
| 51 | 2017-11-03 18:57:37 | 44.68 | 95% |