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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1720 | 2017-06-02 04:22:10 | 77.92 | 97% |
| 1370 | 2017-05-25 01:21:22 | 66.06 | 88% |
| 1099 | 2017-05-09 05:06:01 | 71.09 | 92% |
| 323 | 2017-03-08 11:07:00 | 68.77 | 96% |