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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4487 | 2021-07-21 08:00:37 | 87.48 | 97% |
| 3997 | 2021-01-20 20:35:28 | 86.30 | 97% |
| 1141 | 2018-12-12 22:02:16 | 80.13 | 98% |