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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 348 | 2017-03-04 08:21:19 | 116.65 | 90% |
| 333 | 2017-02-23 04:40:23 | 129.26 | 95% |