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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1576 | 2017-06-29 14:47:58 | 68.80 | 96% |
| 1022 | 2017-04-30 04:54:53 | 60.00 | 87% |