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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2760 | 2017-07-24 17:30:03 | 75.39 | 96% |
| 1685 | 2017-06-11 16:20:02 | 89.19 | 99% |