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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13817 | 2018-06-24 00:20:38 | 109.84 | 99% |
| 13435 | 2018-05-18 21:15:40 | 112.52 | 99% |
| 8441 | 2018-01-20 23:10:55 | 91.11 | 99% |
| 3874 | 2017-12-13 19:09:53 | 84.90 | 98% |
| 2127 | 2017-12-01 04:25:10 | 83.62 | 98% |
| 695 | 2017-11-19 03:01:45 | 85.84 | 99% |