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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3944 | 2023-10-17 15:43:55 | 101.91 | 99% |
| 3657 | 2023-10-05 14:48:16 | 103.74 | 98.9% |
| 1626 | 2017-08-03 17:02:12 | 90.86 | 98% |