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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8112 | 2017-07-03 19:12:59 | 59.03 | 96% |
| 6109 | 2017-05-31 22:02:16 | 72.06 | 96% |
| 4801 | 2017-05-05 21:37:29 | 65.38 | 94% |