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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9649 | 2021-03-16 01:43:12 | 123.69 | 99% |
| 7205 | 2020-05-09 08:17:39 | 107.59 | 99% |
| 4222 | 2020-03-13 12:27:10 | 99.15 | 98% |
| 1529 | 2019-11-08 00:05:54 | 91.63 | 98% |