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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14477 | 2021-09-10 05:47:13 | 67.35 | 96% |
| 12334 | 2017-08-15 13:06:50 | 78.38 | 96% |
| 11884 | 2017-06-23 05:25:22 | 69.11 | 95% |