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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 98 | 2018-08-02 08:30:59 | 67.66 | 99% |
| 61 | 2018-07-25 20:00:27 | 51.96 | 94% |