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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2224 | 2017-06-29 11:34:01 | 62.27 | 98% |
| 1965 | 2017-01-26 14:53:47 | 70.58 | 97% |