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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1372 | 2017-07-26 06:46:03 | 46.25 | 94% |
| 904 | 2017-01-29 09:04:34 | 40.05 | 90% |