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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1910 | 2019-10-18 16:35:11 | 56.48 | 95% |
| 1076 | 2018-09-19 23:27:50 | 46.78 | 94% |