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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 347 | 2018-04-25 11:36:22 | 107.70 | 98% |
| 255 | 2018-03-04 00:38:06 | 85.71 | 96% |