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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2885 | 2017-04-05 00:29:12 | 95.92 | 99% |
| 722 | 2017-01-24 01:39:48 | 81.46 | 95% |