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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2203 | 2019-06-06 16:01:45 | 106.04 | 97% |
| 1796 | 2019-02-19 21:19:43 | 97.15 | 96% |