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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17006 | 2018-02-13 23:41:27 | 95.09 | 99% |
| 15317 | 2017-09-22 05:00:50 | 89.08 | 100% |