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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1753 | 2017-06-09 12:35:58 | 47.22 | 95% |
| 1696 | 2017-06-03 05:07:47 | 55.16 | 96% |
| 1682 | 2017-06-02 07:46:05 | 48.91 | 92% |
| 958 | 2017-05-08 14:22:33 | 47.32 | 92% |