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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1972 | 2017-04-19 02:28:55 | 98.76 | 96% |
| 1359 | 2017-02-03 09:27:29 | 90.92 | 93% |