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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7677 | 2019-08-25 13:41:28 | 87.84 | 98% |
| 6633 | 2019-06-20 21:25:57 | 79.31 | 98% |
| 4612 | 2018-12-28 01:55:35 | 93.32 | 100% |