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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2952 | 2020-12-08 06:38:55 | 92.69 | 97% |
| 2636 | 2020-05-13 01:47:58 | 100.23 | 97% |
| 2450 | 2020-03-13 14:17:22 | 98.08 | 94% |
| 2394 | 2020-03-07 22:39:39 | 116.84 | 98% |