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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 147 | 2019-05-17 19:21:54 | 80.46 | 100% |
| 146 | 2019-05-17 19:16:57 | 59.31 | 98% |