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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2000 | 2019-11-06 15:56:22 | 88.41 | 98% |
| 1026 | 2017-06-01 19:05:43 | 84.99 | 96% |