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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3981 | 2019-11-17 15:09:18 | 113.62 | 98% |
| 3319 | 2019-10-26 07:13:18 | 106.32 | 96% |
| 325 | 2019-06-28 17:05:14 | 86.95 | 96% |