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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 333 | 2018-01-11 20:28:54 | 74.90 | 96% |
| 303 | 2017-02-06 15:25:38 | 74.98 | 90% |