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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1806 | 2017-05-29 06:11:28 | 51.99 | 92% |
| 789 | 2017-03-11 10:14:38 | 42.21 | 93% |
| 507 | 2017-02-13 22:37:02 | 33.50 | 91% |