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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7653 | 2018-08-15 03:29:05 | 155.54 | 99% |
| 6167 | 2018-05-02 21:47:21 | 147.81 | 98% |
| 2135 | 2017-04-21 18:03:00 | 150.56 | 97% |