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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7699 | 2019-05-22 08:17:27 | 113.86 | 98% |
| 4984 | 2019-01-24 08:56:37 | 117.37 | 99% |
| 4744 | 2019-01-08 13:31:05 | 124.02 | 99% |