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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9265 | 2023-04-27 23:20:03 | 123.63 | 100% |
| 6252 | 2018-12-27 06:11:32 | 104.92 | 99% |
| 2869 | 2018-02-22 07:16:49 | 93.27 | 97% |
| 806 | 2017-11-13 00:50:52 | 97.82 | 99% |