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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1773 | 2017-03-18 04:53:20 | 81.12 | 94% |
| 1516 | 2017-01-24 20:44:13 | 66.44 | 89% |