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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4806 | 2017-11-19 03:37:18 | 71.99 | 95% |
| 3581 | 2017-08-29 11:05:25 | 81.15 | 96% |