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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1515 | 2017-07-04 10:45:58 | 98.07 | 97% |
| 1487 | 2017-07-04 10:17:34 | 90.02 | 96% |
| 1319 | 2017-07-03 12:24:41 | 92.39 | 95% |