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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 101 | 2017-01-24 09:35:51 | 111.80 | 97% |
| 84 | 2017-01-23 20:36:38 | 97.97 | 96% |