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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4689 | 2018-07-04 04:16:17 | 89.19 | 99% |
| 1559 | 2018-02-08 03:43:04 | 82.27 | 98% |