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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4076 | 2017-06-23 06:40:07 | 50.36 | 96% |
| 3238 | 2017-05-22 12:38:15 | 57.41 | 96% |
| 2940 | 2017-05-05 03:03:59 | 50.91 | 93% |
| 700 | 2017-02-08 10:58:18 | 32.03 | 89% |