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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5482 | 2017-08-13 18:32:39 | 160.31 | 100% |
| 5209 | 2017-07-28 13:29:41 | 144.32 | 99% |
| 4946 | 2017-07-28 01:36:10 | 136.58 | 99% |
| 4460 | 2017-06-23 12:11:21 | 139.07 | 99% |