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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3937 | 2019-02-19 17:35:16 | 74.43 | 98% |
| 1570 | 2018-10-17 14:59:37 | 64.19 | 98% |