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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1128 | 2017-08-04 17:16:15 | 38.94 | 92% |
| 203 | 2017-02-16 21:21:59 | 26.74 | 88% |