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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2021 | 2017-07-18 03:07:42 | 52.00 | 96% |
| 1930 | 2017-07-11 03:08:51 | 50.87 | 98% |
| 1907 | 2017-07-10 04:59:03 | 49.09 | 98% |
| 1456 | 2017-05-25 04:41:56 | 54.14 | 97% |