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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10393 | 2018-01-03 22:27:43 | 109.95 | 96% |
| 7458 | 2017-12-13 16:36:21 | 143.01 | 99% |
| 6508 | 2017-12-06 18:21:27 | 120.83 | 98% |
| 264 | 2017-08-12 17:22:09 | 105.33 | 98% |