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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3356 | 2019-01-01 11:27:50 | 58.47 | 97% |
| 1139 | 2017-08-13 16:22:34 | 50.24 | 99% |