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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1120 | 2018-05-23 15:26:33 | 90.91 | 98% |
| 752 | 2018-04-23 16:42:52 | 92.09 | 98% |