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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1254 | 2017-08-28 18:02:59 | 59.59 | 95% |
| 1232 | 2017-08-24 15:18:12 | 60.98 | 97% |