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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7532 | 2018-03-19 01:38:27 | 122.63 | 99% |
| 6862 | 2018-02-21 06:52:30 | 122.70 | 99% |
| 6363 | 2018-02-02 11:46:00 | 111.80 | 98% |
| 5835 | 2018-01-04 14:21:05 | 116.37 | 99% |
| 1422 | 2017-06-08 05:53:13 | 92.65 | 99% |
| 943 | 2017-05-18 10:51:46 | 107.64 | 97% |