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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 878 | 2021-11-21 23:33:05 | 114.94 | 99% |
| 679 | 2021-10-29 00:14:56 | 105.77 | 99% |
| 210 | 2017-06-22 12:46:17 | 82.08 | 98% |