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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2005 | 2019-10-08 19:20:53 | 83.22 | 96% |
| 1082 | 2018-12-28 19:27:05 | 70.39 | 95% |