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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3889 | 2017-12-02 22:55:04 | 149.03 | 98% |
| 3763 | 2017-12-01 17:47:37 | 151.96 | 98% |