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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6722 | 2018-11-26 14:34:34 | 82.91 | 96% |
| 4505 | 2017-01-31 01:24:05 | 76.94 | 89% |