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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12449 | 2022-06-07 13:15:35 | 89.09 | 99% |
| 10104 | 2020-11-27 17:31:05 | 87.85 | 99% |
| 7771 | 2017-11-12 00:45:49 | 60.08 | 98% |
| 6273 | 2017-08-09 12:58:31 | 86.13 | 99% |