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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1614 | 2019-03-14 09:24:56 | 85.24 | 98% |
| 291 | 2018-05-03 06:48:13 | 79.60 | 97% |