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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5582 | 2018-02-14 07:04:12 | 82.45 | 96% |
| 2098 | 2017-04-19 02:28:56 | 94.65 | 94% |
| 2045 | 2017-04-13 18:44:55 | 90.70 | 94% |
| 1718 | 2017-03-19 14:09:05 | 96.54 | 95% |