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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4511 | 2020-01-03 23:16:58 | 101.38 | 99% |
| 4213 | 2019-12-22 17:53:25 | 106.20 | 99% |
| 3334 | 2018-07-09 15:39:00 | 101.82 | 98% |