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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2763 | 2021-01-12 17:25:38 | 77.58 | 100% |
| 957 | 2019-05-15 15:10:13 | 65.03 | 96% |
| 617 | 2018-12-14 05:21:34 | 66.25 | 100% |