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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1406 | 2019-03-12 12:19:24 | 116.04 | 98% |
| 643 | 2018-05-12 06:58:55 | 115.46 | 98% |
| 478 | 2018-04-26 07:23:59 | 120.13 | 99% |