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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3632 | 2017-04-21 05:15:30 | 53.90 | 93% |
| 3222 | 2017-04-16 14:13:44 | 48.89 | 95% |
| 2595 | 2017-04-12 06:50:54 | 55.64 | 97% |
| 1470 | 2017-04-06 11:24:59 | 46.79 | 96% |
| 356 | 2017-03-31 11:26:07 | 40.48 | 94% |