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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1800 | 2018-01-03 14:54:54 | 54.48 | 99% |
| 121 | 2017-06-18 00:28:02 | 32.11 | 97% |