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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3639 | 2021-12-15 01:15:07 | 98.21 | 97% |
| 3021 | 2020-04-11 13:01:18 | 83.10 | 96% |
| 3002 | 2020-03-26 09:41:55 | 92.02 | 98% |