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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1601 | 2018-11-12 22:17:17 | 63.69 | 96% |
| 1270 | 2018-07-17 07:51:46 | 69.15 | 97% |