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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10638 | 2020-04-16 09:22:41 | 93.61 | 100% |
| 8275 | 2017-01-21 08:20:30 | 85.80 | 97% |