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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2120 | 2017-09-21 19:46:42 | 67.78 | 96% |
| 101 | 2017-02-18 19:01:11 | 51.68 | 88% |