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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 34229 | 2017-07-02 03:31:49 | 98.22 | 99% |
| 33440 | 2017-06-10 22:18:43 | 84.41 | 98% |
| 33265 | 2017-06-09 02:16:46 | 95.63 | 100% |