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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6815 | 2018-06-03 17:24:35 | 73.99 | 100% |
| 6779 | 2018-06-02 19:40:33 | 73.04 | 100% |
| 5473 | 2018-03-03 19:42:25 | 43.18 | 100% |
| 4118 | 2017-11-26 17:19:06 | 71.70 | 100% |
| 979 | 2017-04-19 23:07:25 | 69.98 | 100% |
| 557 | 2017-03-20 23:31:20 | 67.09 | 100% |