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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8018 | 2021-06-28 21:25:12 | 70.00 | 96% |
| 7110 | 2021-05-27 16:50:35 | 82.23 | 97% |
| 2931 | 2018-11-25 06:40:08 | 66.74 | 96% |
| 295 | 2017-07-10 21:41:15 | 59.00 | 96% |