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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2670 | 2017-09-20 10:31:57 | 66.92 | 94% |
| 988 | 2017-07-10 06:30:31 | 57.63 | 93% |