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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 50386 | 2017-05-13 01:29:40 | 151.54 | 100% |
| 48202 | 2017-03-17 12:58:37 | 151.32 | 100% |