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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8640 | 2017-04-10 07:46:05 | 89.93 | 94% |
| 8607 | 2017-04-09 08:45:33 | 83.04 | 94% |