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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3626 | 2018-02-02 15:55:59 | 69.04 | 98% |
| 2711 | 2017-10-09 04:34:55 | 75.58 | 99% |