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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1062 | 2018-04-16 15:01:10 | 78.66 | 97% |
| 552 | 2017-04-14 19:40:57 | 61.14 | 82% |
| 503 | 2017-04-14 16:55:38 | 63.05 | 87% |