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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9995 | 2021-06-30 13:01:45 | 110.00 | 98% |
| 6308 | 2020-02-02 12:52:35 | 98.56 | 98% |
| 349 | 2018-01-10 05:40:39 | 55.62 | 95% |