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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18338 | 2019-11-23 10:05:47 | 84.52 | 99% |
| 12524 | 2018-08-15 09:16:38 | 80.60 | 99% |
| 12140 | 2018-08-01 11:24:43 | 81.03 | 99% |