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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2810 | 2017-12-31 05:12:53 | 59.90 | 94% |
| 2064 | 2017-11-25 20:14:14 | 53.44 | 93% |
| 890 | 2017-05-08 03:59:51 | 63.61 | 92% |