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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19784 | 2018-04-17 00:02:51 | 200.09 | 100% |
| 17305 | 2017-08-19 02:10:22 | 184.74 | 100% |
| 17245 | 2017-08-13 17:13:07 | 192.16 | 100% |
| 17101 | 2017-08-05 17:48:04 | 176.79 | 100% |
| 16309 | 2017-07-21 00:33:45 | 184.03 | 99% |
| 15444 | 2017-06-13 04:47:25 | 176.97 | 99% |