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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7039 | 2019-02-02 21:05:38 | 65.77 | 95% |
| 2658 | 2018-08-05 06:47:25 | 71.89 | 98% |