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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1804 | 2020-03-02 18:09:52 | 71.65 | 97% |
| 942 | 2017-10-13 00:36:27 | 100.93 | 99% |
| 582 | 2017-10-02 23:13:52 | 82.14 | 96% |