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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11153 | 2021-07-27 12:41:54 | 143.54 | 99% |
| 10841 | 2019-11-11 00:24:42 | 129.89 | 97% |
| 2490 | 2018-03-20 18:28:47 | 144.55 | 99% |