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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5307 | 2018-10-02 08:49:45 | 68.38 | 96% |
| 4468 | 2018-09-09 16:18:16 | 63.45 | 97% |
| 1896 | 2018-07-24 05:55:20 | 61.25 | 96% |