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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 175 | 2017-08-20 06:31:13 | 82.05 | 98% |
| 26 | 2017-08-03 00:15:40 | 97.03 | 99% |