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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4426 | 2018-06-19 22:52:03 | 107.20 | 98% |
| 3736 | 2018-03-20 04:49:28 | 97.93 | 98% |