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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1450 | 2019-02-13 08:55:08 | 61.57 | 99% |
| 912 | 2018-10-23 15:45:01 | 57.35 | 97% |