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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1309 | 2017-03-31 08:21:23 | 92.57 | 92% |
| 81 | 2017-02-01 18:22:24 | 73.55 | 91% |
| 77 | 2017-02-01 18:16:57 | 72.18 | 90% |