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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15229 | 2019-01-21 18:29:45 | 111.28 | 99% |
| 10091 | 2017-07-12 08:31:55 | 96.40 | 98% |
| 8457 | 2017-04-22 20:08:21 | 110.91 | 99% |
| 6624 | 2017-01-16 01:45:24 | 106.70 | 99% |