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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4283 | 2017-08-27 00:11:53 | 110.13 | 98% |
| 4130 | 2017-04-23 00:29:10 | 114.07 | 98% |