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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 988 | 2017-04-11 03:50:14 | 93.97 | 97% |
| 712 | 2017-03-21 03:31:04 | 89.03 | 91% |