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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2415 | 2018-01-21 19:26:11 | 75.35 | 95% |
| 2046 | 2017-07-19 16:44:04 | 75.28 | 96% |