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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 319 | 2017-07-23 16:44:00 | 64.32 | 96% |
| 19 | 2017-06-12 18:33:07 | 40.77 | 96% |