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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1478 | 2017-05-24 04:56:07 | 87.99 | 91% |
| 1341 | 2017-05-20 04:46:32 | 88.44 | 94% |