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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5713 | 2019-06-26 14:22:37 | 88.01 | 98% |
| 3897 | 2018-08-12 15:51:58 | 71.20 | 95% |
| 626 | 2018-06-01 12:53:49 | 73.10 | 98% |
| 187 | 2018-05-26 17:00:29 | 68.64 | 95% |