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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5129 | 2019-10-11 17:15:44 | 84.53 | 97% |
| 3912 | 2019-02-17 10:07:41 | 89.99 | 98% |
| 1912 | 2017-12-17 06:28:49 | 69.77 | 98% |
| 1755 | 2017-10-08 06:51:11 | 73.18 | 97% |