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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1211 | 2017-06-19 22:26:52 | 79.55 | 98% |
| 266 | 2017-04-26 23:33:31 | 61.59 | 90% |