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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1295 | 2018-12-08 20:30:29 | 63.70 | 93% |
| 619 | 2018-11-27 13:25:02 | 76.93 | 96% |