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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28791 | 2021-08-30 17:00:37 | 102.41 | 98% |
| 22651 | 2019-12-31 12:55:17 | 105.35 | 99% |
| 21922 | 2019-01-25 19:21:04 | 108.38 | 99% |
| 18553 | 2017-01-29 17:53:22 | 108.24 | 97% |