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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5618 | 2019-04-16 19:46:33 | 76.54 | 97% |
| 5330 | 2019-04-07 18:45:39 | 72.57 | 97% |
| 787 | 2017-07-01 12:15:15 | 52.28 | 98% |