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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 38392 | 2021-02-05 06:55:14 | 93.75 | 99% |
| 34463 | 2018-03-30 02:57:04 | 100.06 | 99% |
| 33242 | 2017-04-16 04:08:20 | 92.50 | 97% |