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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1664 | 2017-05-29 00:57:08 | 90.47 | 79% |
| 1120 | 2017-04-21 21:41:34 | 128.95 | 94% |
| 612 | 2017-04-04 02:21:14 | 131.49 | 95% |