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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26046 | 2017-05-27 07:15:14 | 135.68 | 99% |
| 25877 | 2017-03-25 07:52:33 | 138.63 | 99% |