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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 239 | 2019-04-11 16:57:53 | 62.82 | 96% |
| 192 | 2018-03-22 14:42:33 | 57.68 | 96% |