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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28392 | 2017-11-11 02:20:32 | 97.13 | 98% |
| 27767 | 2017-09-02 04:59:35 | 93.76 | 98% |
| 27720 | 2017-09-01 00:26:41 | 102.94 | 99% |