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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3269 | 2019-08-05 06:25:31 | 115.03 | 98% |
| 3193 | 2019-07-23 04:00:18 | 92.42 | 96% |
| 246 | 2017-10-12 03:54:30 | 89.99 | 97% |