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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 245 | 2017-04-24 18:45:01 | 76.02 | 94% |
| 82 | 2017-04-06 20:36:44 | 84.38 | 95% |