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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 495 | 2019-08-07 21:58:56 | 91.12 | 96% |
| 435 | 2017-11-27 22:15:14 | 82.67 | 96% |