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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3006 | 2018-01-07 22:57:35 | 73.49 | 99% |
| 1930 | 2017-03-29 11:21:12 | 60.83 | 95% |
| 1681 | 2017-03-04 10:23:49 | 54.20 | 90% |