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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10295 | 2018-11-09 04:59:26 | 99.80 | 99% |
| 9631 | 2018-10-15 06:02:39 | 88.62 | 98% |
| 8253 | 2018-09-02 23:16:11 | 85.07 | 96% |
| 5094 | 2018-06-03 05:47:54 | 82.13 | 96% |
| 3583 | 2018-05-12 16:35:30 | 87.19 | 97% |