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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1383 | 2019-11-15 15:27:13 | 134.38 | 97% |
| 1258 | 2018-07-07 21:07:34 | 143.90 | 98% |
| 214 | 2018-03-04 04:12:52 | 160.13 | 99% |