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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1892 | 2018-06-09 00:35:48 | 140.40 | 99% |
| 1871 | 2018-06-09 00:14:28 | 162.29 | 100% |
| 1127 | 2018-05-05 02:58:52 | 133.54 | 99% |