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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6790 | 2017-12-12 10:58:23 | 64.13 | 96% |
| 6180 | 2017-11-18 07:42:17 | 65.85 | 97% |
| 3954 | 2017-08-31 12:03:15 | 61.90 | 97% |
| 2420 | 2017-07-20 15:59:03 | 53.42 | 96% |
| 171 | 2017-04-18 16:03:04 | 36.63 | 95% |