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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5646 | 2018-06-04 18:32:24 | 111.02 | 98% |
| 3884 | 2018-04-30 19:51:34 | 103.95 | 98% |