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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3324 | 2018-07-31 19:56:02 | 58.60 | 97% |
| 2283 | 2017-08-17 18:31:36 | 59.98 | 99% |