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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1244 | 2017-04-04 22:11:08 | 65.06 | 94% |
| 518 | 2017-02-17 10:41:34 | 60.09 | 94% |