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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1307 | 2017-08-13 21:00:33 | 122.56 | 99% |
| 532 | 2017-07-02 19:34:33 | 102.96 | 99% |
| 354 | 2017-06-07 13:09:38 | 109.64 | 98% |