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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4381 | 2018-06-03 05:49:51 | 110.29 | 99% |
| 4064 | 2018-05-27 02:31:52 | 113.49 | 97% |
| 421 | 2017-11-01 23:29:21 | 91.19 | 96% |