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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8928 | 2018-10-28 16:33:07 | 82.93 | 98% |
| 7960 | 2017-04-25 13:49:52 | 81.41 | 95% |