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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4615 | 2017-09-16 08:07:13 | 82.09 | 97% |
| 3462 | 2017-06-24 14:57:12 | 80.67 | 98% |