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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1451 | 2017-03-05 02:49:41 | 141.52 | 99% |
| 459 | 2017-01-17 04:44:03 | 132.28 | 98% |