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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1076 | 2017-02-10 01:33:24 | 175.94 | 99% |
| 814 | 2017-02-05 00:56:34 | 134.30 | 88% |