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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4475 | 2018-12-03 08:32:57 | 71.58 | 98% |
| 4101 | 2018-10-04 05:31:04 | 66.91 | 96% |
| 264 | 2017-12-13 23:49:30 | 65.60 | 99% |