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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6419 | 2022-04-01 22:43:41 | 221.03 | 99% |
| 2364 | 2018-11-18 14:59:03 | 201.21 | 100% |
| 1479 | 2018-10-11 00:06:15 | 193.45 | 99% |