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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9694 | 2018-05-01 20:00:58 | 48.04 | 95% |
| 8933 | 2017-08-16 15:50:28 | 48.28 | 96% |