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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7227 | 2018-08-07 21:55:53 | 128.38 | 99% |
| 260 | 2018-03-11 17:05:15 | 95.35 | 96% |