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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4284 | 2020-12-01 07:48:18 | 140.58 | 98% |
| 4178 | 2020-11-29 12:36:12 | 116.45 | 97% |
| 3152 | 2020-11-06 12:22:37 | 129.01 | 98% |
| 1027 | 2019-04-15 12:53:17 | 120.53 | 99% |