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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1791 | 2017-12-02 22:55:18 | 91.06 | 96% |
| 778 | 2017-11-23 12:13:45 | 77.33 | 95% |