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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23422 | 2019-10-03 15:25:19 | 107.55 | 100% |
| 21623 | 2019-07-30 20:13:22 | 105.09 | 98% |
| 18300 | 2019-04-30 14:46:23 | 119.48 | 100% |
| 14634 | 2019-01-28 17:36:24 | 109.35 | 99% |
| 7899 | 2018-08-18 15:33:24 | 100.72 | 98% |
| 5093 | 2018-06-29 13:33:28 | 92.59 | 98% |
| 3887 | 2018-06-05 17:54:28 | 99.55 | 99% |