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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4244 | 2018-04-03 23:25:00 | 78.92 | 97% |
| 3198 | 2018-01-12 02:59:29 | 79.99 | 97% |
| 1171 | 2017-11-07 20:21:41 | 62.77 | 96% |