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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4160 | 2022-04-28 18:22:27 | 76.27 | 99% |
| 2470 | 2018-08-23 15:16:35 | 60.24 | 97% |
| 1966 | 2017-02-28 21:26:31 | 57.74 | 97% |