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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 353 | 2018-10-29 16:48:36 | 60.21 | 95% |
| 59 | 2018-06-04 21:27:58 | 48.26 | 93% |