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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 553 | 2019-07-07 13:29:27 | 89.92 | 98% |
| 440 | 2019-03-08 16:37:09 | 94.97 | 98% |
| 414 | 2019-03-08 14:12:12 | 97.09 | 98% |