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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2475 | 2018-01-17 06:41:58 | 118.68 | 95% |
| 2038 | 2017-07-19 01:41:20 | 142.86 | 98% |
| 1440 | 2017-06-24 01:33:25 | 125.84 | 97% |
| 1418 | 2017-06-24 00:55:54 | 146.27 | 99% |
| 1226 | 2017-06-23 01:51:50 | 125.63 | 97% |
| 605 | 2017-06-18 06:02:29 | 115.06 | 96% |