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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1244 | 2017-06-11 16:06:04 | 45.00 | 93% |
| 984 | 2017-05-23 15:42:04 | 43.53 | 91% |
| 758 | 2017-04-27 04:28:13 | 41.81 | 91% |