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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2644 | 2021-11-21 13:57:08 | 99.84 | 100% |
| 1916 | 2021-09-02 01:21:34 | 103.48 | 100% |
| 665 | 2021-07-06 07:41:38 | 100.10 | 100% |