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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2004 | 2019-02-27 04:40:32 | 94.70 | 97% |
| 303 | 2018-02-16 10:27:21 | 103.83 | 98% |