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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21740 | 2023-06-10 09:17:14 | 117.76 | 94% |
| 18851 | 2018-11-05 12:15:03 | 121.17 | 97% |
| 17707 | 2018-09-13 12:25:46 | 115.84 | 95% |