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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13323 | 2020-05-18 15:35:22 | 63.57 | 98% |
| 10807 | 2018-06-30 12:42:09 | 68.52 | 98% |
| 7557 | 2018-05-03 23:05:40 | 59.69 | 98% |
| 6953 | 2018-04-26 09:50:37 | 57.07 | 97% |