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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1256 | 2020-11-01 09:28:06 | 101.10 | 97% |
| 245 | 2018-10-20 11:35:08 | 71.93 | 93% |
| 26 | 2018-10-09 18:41:29 | 68.32 | 94% |