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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 452 | 2017-06-11 06:55:42 | 83.19 | 96% |
| 336 | 2017-04-04 22:11:00 | 78.44 | 91% |