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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6332 | 2019-05-10 19:11:57 | 115.30 | 98% |
| 4383 | 2019-01-30 04:53:22 | 100.32 | 97% |
| 4051 | 2018-10-28 23:05:46 | 107.25 | 97% |