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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4259 | 2017-07-29 21:49:47 | 83.03 | 97% |
| 3979 | 2017-07-09 01:48:46 | 75.38 | 96% |