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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1038 | 2018-06-22 19:18:50 | 62.49 | 99% |
| 959 | 2018-06-09 21:25:04 | 65.19 | 99% |