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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2717 | 2019-02-05 22:43:13 | 96.44 | 98% |
| 1371 | 2018-09-10 22:07:32 | 87.74 | 98% |
| 994 | 2018-07-20 15:29:44 | 90.85 | 98% |