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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3341 | 2019-10-09 13:44:24 | 79.62 | 99% |
| 2834 | 2019-09-01 05:05:42 | 79.25 | 99% |
| 483 | 2018-12-12 16:16:23 | 64.77 | 98% |
| 318 | 2018-12-08 14:40:06 | 61.33 | 98% |