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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14562 | 2021-05-13 06:43:36 | 69.46 | 97% |
| 10056 | 2020-06-29 01:33:39 | 75.44 | 98% |
| 9078 | 2020-06-11 02:53:04 | 70.95 | 99% |
| 2379 | 2018-07-19 06:16:17 | 61.41 | 99% |