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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1371 | 2018-03-16 14:04:24 | 75.81 | 98% |
| 871 | 2017-06-12 09:08:43 | 60.05 | 95% |