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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5420 | 2019-06-10 23:29:01 | 85.80 | 98% |
| 3249 | 2018-12-17 03:25:25 | 79.90 | 98% |