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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6923 | 2020-02-17 23:07:41 | 112.87 | 99% |
| 6886 | 2020-02-07 22:53:32 | 115.62 | 99% |
| 5191 | 2017-02-10 22:28:49 | 111.88 | 99% |
| 4997 | 2017-02-03 23:51:26 | 111.46 | 97% |