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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 98 | 2018-11-23 20:32:46 | 92.59 | 97% |
| 38 | 2018-10-26 17:41:08 | 75.73 | 96% |