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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3289 | 2017-08-22 03:35:33 | 88.60 | 99% |
| 2658 | 2017-03-02 00:31:37 | 79.96 | 96% |