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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1381 | 2019-02-12 18:39:58 | 74.00 | 98% |
| 471 | 2019-01-09 18:30:32 | 66.26 | 96% |