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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1165 | 2019-01-10 16:43:07 | 87.38 | 97% |
| 659 | 2018-12-29 16:24:51 | 74.23 | 97% |