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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1183 | 2017-04-06 18:24:19 | 35.45 | 87% |
| 893 | 2017-03-19 08:07:21 | 35.01 | 87% |