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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 770 | 2017-03-02 08:09:16 | 73.56 | 85% |
| 659 | 2017-02-21 19:49:21 | 80.60 | 89% |
| 414 | 2017-01-27 09:24:35 | 81.29 | 90% |