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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 882 | 2018-05-24 11:03:55 | 48.27 | 93% |
| 654 | 2018-05-22 10:19:46 | 52.06 | 93% |
| 358 | 2018-05-11 08:03:57 | 50.78 | 94% |