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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3649 | 2019-03-11 11:05:58 | 79.62 | 96% |
| 3309 | 2019-03-06 18:59:52 | 61.30 | 93% |