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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2769 | 2019-04-22 11:57:33 | 64.98 | 95% |
| 1453 | 2018-05-22 16:55:47 | 55.88 | 94% |