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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28997 | 2017-12-24 21:25:11 | 140.83 | 99% |
| 27167 | 2017-06-10 04:17:16 | 150.04 | 98% |
| 26492 | 2017-01-31 09:09:51 | 140.08 | 95% |
| 26446 | 2017-01-29 17:53:18 | 126.75 | 93% |