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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2827 | 2019-06-07 17:52:59 | 86.80 | 98% |
| 2599 | 2019-06-06 16:02:03 | 79.34 | 95% |
| 2350 | 2019-06-03 11:27:18 | 85.41 | 96% |