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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1185 | 2019-05-28 08:17:57 | 107.32 | 98% |
| 922 | 2017-10-17 22:18:36 | 116.12 | 99% |