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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7355 | 2019-05-14 02:49:13 | 102.81 | 98% |
| 4102 | 2018-04-02 20:35:11 | 93.59 | 98% |
| 3722 | 2018-03-15 22:18:33 | 86.94 | 96% |
| 1896 | 2017-11-29 03:31:58 | 75.32 | 96% |