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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1942 | 2018-05-30 02:06:09 | 113.59 | 100% |
| 1901 | 2018-05-12 19:48:47 | 96.46 | 98% |
| 1498 | 2018-01-07 06:38:53 | 98.20 | 98% |