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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7071 | 2020-03-14 13:23:35 | 121.27 | 97% |
| 6158 | 2019-06-23 22:51:38 | 116.53 | 97% |
| 4658 | 2019-06-04 21:05:45 | 113.60 | 97% |